I can still feel with yearning
upon my dreaming chair
your delicate caresses
warming my body alone
and can feel also,
following my instinct,
your divine presence
close to me, like my breath
softly, tenderly illuminating
my being unknown
and can feel too
your faint fresh scent
sumptuously intoxicating
my celestial lonely soul
at the sad dawn
of my dreams
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