He Floats

He floats in and out

Like wings, like dreams

Brushing past my skin in tender touches

And quiet whispers

Swirling in speculation like a leaf caught in a whirlpool

Or a bird circling the clouds

The Caress ~ Jea Dovoe

With presence both tangible and elusive,

He is wrapped tightly in an illusion I cannot reach

In an existence I cannot share

Yet still I cling to the notion that one day he will return

To brush past my skin in tender touches

And quiet whispers.

©2011 Enchanted Zaftig

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2 Comments

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2 responses to “He Floats

  1. Kay L

    So many reasons to like this poem, I feel this way about someone right now. It’s a hard longing sometimes.

  2. chris1t

    Sad and equally beautiful.

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