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Five senses

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
I can see my lover coming through the trees
I cannot hear him
His steps are silent as the night
Deadly, lovely, smooth
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
I can see my lover coming through the trees
I cannot feel him
My body longs for his touch
I shiver with anticipation
I can see my lover coming through the trees
And now I taste his lips.



Written by Malinornė, August 2003