Inseparable
for me that is what you’ve become
My first thought upon the morn
In my waking visions, wrestling through my night’s dreams
How does the thinker separate herself from the thought?
Is independence even possible?
My heart tells me it is not
Composing this, I miss your warm embrace
to hold me without end through coldest of nights
forsaking the comfort of a pillow
exchanging it for the strength of your arm and chest
You had the most delectable of words
to nourish my soul and mind
Capturing me with your enchantment
like a siren of the sea
but now you’ve become mute
How ironic my muse
Remove your mouth’s fetter and speak again
Tell me of your days and dreams in my warm company
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