Her eyes
(I's)
are silver lights at night.
I stare
into the fair
haired
air
of her there
from my here,
and wish to be near.
No prayer
could make her appear
closer to me
than the proximity
of her mirror.
"Where?"
I whisper.
We've never met, but I miss her.
Always
the fall breeze
crawls across my blisters.
I imagine my winds
touching her again
and as clouds break,
she wakes when I kiss her.
Airborne affection
collects on my only.
For the ignorant, introspection
and text for the lonely.
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