Tuesday, December 31, 2013


Your mere presence made my broken heart race,
With throbs at once exquisite and forlorn,
But each moment we were in the same place
Convinced me I had no more cause to mourn.
You were just as I had remembered you;
Your eyes flashed like onyx set in diamonds,
Your skin was velvet gold – exotic hue -
Your jet black hair swung loose in silky fronds.
Your voice fluttered and flew with sweet laughter –
Another clue that this vision was really you –
You even had to meet someone after,
Waiting there on Soraya Avenue.
I woke and promptly damned my delusion;
I was betrayed, duped in my seclusion.

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