The room full of air and devoid of you,
Is unhealthy for me, in any condition.
Call it gravity or something wild,
That is always in heavy compulsion.
Always magnetically drawn to you,
Is it a deep mystery or our reality?
That we are meant to be one not two.
Miles apart, we are two vessels, yet united,
Even under our own unique conditions.
One is filled and the other overflows,
One is emptied, the other dries up.
The spirit of you strengthens me,
This essence we share...wrong or right?
But your presence makes me so greedy,
To partake of your delicacies hungrily.
To hold you gently as we merge,
Lovers softly entwined in soul passion.
13/06/2014
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