Five senses |
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I can see my lover coming through the trees I can see him; Hair flying, glowing in the moonlight Eyes dark, gleaming like deep waters |
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I can see my lover coming through the trees I cannot hear him His steps are silent as the night Deadly, lovely, smooth |
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I can see my lover coming through the trees I cannot smell him I do not need to; His wild scent of moss and mallorn is ever in my nostrils |
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I can see my lover coming through the trees I cannot feel him My body longs for his touch I shiver with anticipation |
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I can see my lover coming through the trees And now I taste his lips. |
Written by Malinornė, August 2003