Oh, heart whisperer…
Ghostly presence,
I only need
To close my eyes,
To feel your
Warm breath
On my neck…
Every night,
I lick
The sweetest
Memories
From your fingers
And feed you
The longing moans
Of my aching
Soul…
And yet I wonder,
Do I fool
Myself?
Are you,
But a mirage?
If so…
I’d rather die
In the heart of
The desert,
Seeking you
Than live long,
Denying myself
Of the very dream
Of you.