Day 8 of NaPoWriMo.
MIDNIGHT BLOOM, Jackie Landry
It doesn’t matter where you come from.
It’s that you come and waft over me
A caress across my face I find my breath
A breeze over the back of my neck
A spiral around and in front of me
Filling me up with the scent of you
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The unexpected intoxication
I dare not move but to inhale deeply
Closing my eyes as I take you in
Floral musk, an ambrosia of a time ago
Sure it is you cloaked in invisibility
A dimensional rift, a crack opened
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For a moments longing in a heady swirl
All to do is to give into the swooning high
Allow it to find the sweet settle of mystery
That reminds me that we are never separate
In these quantum layers of Being
You passing me by in the meadow of your life
Me, sitting here in this chair at the rise of my day
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I hope you inhale all me in our passing
