Raina Rue

Oregon

We are
strung together
by gossamer strands of
shared longing
and unseen inevitability
There is a warmth
that swallows my soul
at the sound of my
name falling from your mouth
I think that if ever
we were to stand too close
my very bones would
turn to silk
Though your body
lies sleeping
a million miles from here
your soul slumbers
within my own

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