A calendar counts the days,
my heart ticking faster with your second-hand touch,
your breath gusting windy across the miles,
a voice in the wilderness calling.
Soon we will seal the deal,
a turbulent kiss spilling desire out of dreams,
as sirens scream across your midnight lake,
sucking up a current of smoke, mist and flickering lights.
The breezy views from atop tall buildings and long legs
cling in wrap-around splendor,
and we sip passion with knowing glances,
teasing gratification with a swizzle stick.
I have weathered the storm,
still laid across the bed as your favorite comforter,
your smell on my skin, your love in my eyes,
your burn lingering between the blustery sheets of my journal.
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