I thought of you so often
That you vanished
There wasn't any you left
Distinct from me
An essence woven, inextricably
Like a weavers fantasy
Into the fabric
Of my deepest intimate being
I saw you in the mirror
Looking out at me
From my impish dancing eyes
I felt you
In the warm tropical zephyrs
Flowing around me
In perfect, invisible disguise.
You were there in every inhale
Like a lingering fragrance
Exploding atoms
To perfume my soul anew
You crawled under my ebony skin
Perched indolently on my windowsill
Kept my blankets cozily warm
Stitched my broken pieces with charm
I looked around to find myself
But there wasn't any me either
Just diffused shadows beating in tandem
Savoring the perfect rendezvous.
A you in me, and a me in you.
© Manic Sylph 2016
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Dancing Stars
PoetryI spill my soul into my words that are sometimes dark as inky wells and sometimes, they explode into showers of light..... Together they coalesce to make up beautiful starry nights.
