Touch of Paradise

Lingering aroma-
fragrance in your touch
filling this solitary void;
in your chilly utterance
my soul revels,
your caress is all that
I want.
When the light fades
behind the clouds,
I await you
as the sky parts,
and all I recall is
your cold touch
on my lip-
the touch of crystals, falling apace
as you drop, so light,
on my face.
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