I could feel your soul tugging on mine
It had been a haunting
You would go on spooking me
Chest tight constricting to breathe
World seen through a perceived fog
Gestation of life tinged by your snowflake
Delicate & intrinsic,
Justified & the wandering Lost.
Fabric against my cloak
and skin unavailed.
Flesh beneath my flesh. Is it a haunting,
Or a Possession?
Out of body, by candlelight,
by thought alone,
by anything mused of you.
Sensations awoken, electric impulses and buzzes, skin tickled
like ripples
energy sparks and waves,
heaving breath,
Heart pounding.
Shall I deny it, or be afraid?
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