©2021 Michael Raven

how does one touch
from a distance,
feel the warmth of
a lover's hand from
across half a sea
of humanity?

if you turn your head
just right at night
the wind carries vanilla
marked with cinnamon
from where they slumber
and dream

can you see?


lovers gasps at solstice
the air warned by the
heat of their hearts'

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