a Poem by Raquel Swann
Howling wolves shrieked,
As night befell us.
The moon settled itself,
in a dreary sky
As winds of change swept in.
Rubbing hands,
Caressing skin,
A lustful dream, I entered into
Many times in my mind’s eye.
Fantasy becomes reality,
Memories fade with
The first light of sun.
Visions remain
As puzzle pieces
Without a picture on a box,
for guidance.
I knew you before,
But not like this.
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