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Claire Voyance

Five plus one equals

By AphoticPublished 3 years ago • 2 min read
Top Story - May 2023
Claire Voyance
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I heard you come in some time after midnight

At first I thought, the wind

But I keep all of my windows closed

So nothing can get in

I felt you climb into my bed

And crawl across my skin

The air became a tangible

No longer something “thin”

I inhaled the sweet familiar scent

Of peony perfume

A bullet to my brain

Enveloping the room

Strawberries and honey

The sweetness on my tongue

Your kiss always reminding me of

Sugar and the sun

I didn’t have the courage

To open up my eyes

And let them fall upon you

Afraid of what they’d find

That was when you whispered

In a voice I know by heart

That no matter where you are

We will never be apart

And your breath caressed me softly

Leaving goosebumps in its wake

Like a feather touching lightly

And my earth began to quake

I took in another bale

Of your beautiful aroma

Never wanting to forget

Your sex, your soul, your soma

Then the strawberries and honey

In my mouth turned into mold

When I reached out to touch you

And found nothing there to hold

I jerked my eyes wide open

Remembering, morose

As the moonlight melted over us

Me, staring at your ghost

…

I used to tell you all the time

I didn’t believe in spirits

You promised I would change my mind

And I didn’t want to hear it

Feeling you beside me

Though I cannot hold your hand

I’m glad that I was wrong

So I could feel you once again

And smell the heady peonies

That lingered, heavenly

Clinging to your essence

Like our names carved on a tree

And taste the wild berries

As I fondly reminisced

Cause your presence brought it back to life

Like a brand new kiss

And see your face so I don’t have to

Rely on photographs

Cause pictures never did you justice

That always made us laugh

Right then you made a promise

That you’d haunt me every night

Until the day we meet again

In another life

That was when you faded

And the air became less dense

And in the aftermath of you

I welcomed my sixth sense

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