Lingering Desire


In those brief absences

Of my lips knowing another,

My mind dances around the memory of you.


When looking back, my mind recreates you.

You are stronger, taller, innately sensitive,

With eyes that can transcend the physical.


In retrospect,

You are quintessential

Enough to make reality; unfulfilling.


But in truth,

You were just a whisper

Of something greater still to come.


Yet, in those absences

When the closest thing to my desires

Is in your inadequate memory,


I curse my fickle heart

For the sweet deceits it spews

And for enjoying the memory & image of you.

Author: Ruth Elora

it's all about the mystery.

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