The Ghost of You, a Love Letter
Perhaps the prophet
was right
love knows not
its own depth
until the moment of separation...
two souls made
to feel as though they are joined
when they are apart
what remains
is the ghost within...
The ghost of you
my body is filled
with you for days and days
you are the mirror of my night
until always and forever...
All of you my love
you in a space full of sounds
in the shade and in the light
I number the days
you are the combination of all numbers...
When we make love
everything is surrounded
by the green miracle landscape
of your body, the manner of all fruits
in the juice of your lips...
From you to my hands
I live to caress your entire body
my love, your absence springs a trembling
in the ticking of the clock
in pulse of morning light
You breathe in the mirror
you have left
the taste of almonds on my lips
our world never goes outside
only a mountain can know the core of another mountain...
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