how real it does all seem
there you are beside me
an apparition in my dreams
in fantasy I can taste it
savoring the ambrosia taste
a flavor I got used to
from our much earlier days
on clothing, I still smell you
your shirt that I sleep in
an aroma that was Heaven
a musk from your tan skin
on my MP3 I hear you
the love songs, lyric complete
in every single lyric and line
you are here with me
in daylight I can't see it
not hear, touch, taste or smell
with the dawn it's all erased
dreams the only place it dwells
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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