Essence

This breach of heat that overwhelms me
And starts from just behind my heart –
A bond that brings you a step away.
And when I put these thoughts to bed
They do not become dreams –
It is an essence of you – an essence of me –
I swear I feel you like a lover;
Yet it pulls a shadow over that desire
And only bestows love.

by Suzanne Bronson on Saturday, May 17, 2008

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