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[lunenightingale]

“So We must meet apart –
You there – I – here –
With just the Door ajar
That Oceans are – and Prayer –
And that White Sustenance –
Despair – ”

Emily Dickinson

Affectionately Yours

Smooth, perfect ivory
Caressed with slender tips
Silken soft melody
Yet no sound from sweet lips

Elegant, beautiful
Brilliantly full of life
Leaving me sorrowful
Drifting in sinful strife

Tempting me verily
Drawing me closer in
Falling so carefully
Disappearing within

Artistically perfect,
Will you remember me?
You have me – in affect
And affectionately.

-2006-