I am missing words
insinuation through arrangement
the implication of what could be
given certain circumstance
the repetition of reality
moments once realized, now a shadow
which exist only with moonlight
three glasses of wine and want
I remember a woman, a dream
who moved without feet, floated
along corridors of hand held candelabras
ethereal, not of this earth
who brought heaven to heart, mouth and loins
ambrosia to a starving soul, depleted
by years of going without the whisper
of words of tenderness into orphaned ears
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