I draw straight lines in the dark

like ice on the windows - or -

your cold breath in the morning

Thinking; the perfume always lingers

and so does the little line drawn

by fingertip onto your skin

trailing from eye to heart

even in the dark

defying any distance

you are sleeping

and I am dreaming of drawing

another line all the way to you

 

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