Almost


I wake, trembling at the almost-touch
of your fingers burning my flesh
I feel your lips graze mine
your weight a welcome burden
The scent of your skin
a halo around my fevered face
As I arch in languorous desire
I fail to notice you’re just a mirage
For you have filled me
even in your absence
© 2016 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved
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