My soulmate is my life; all that I live for. I get up in the morning for Her, I write verse- carrying on a one-sided conversation- for Her. She is my passion, my partner, my wife, my muse, my best friend, the love of my life, the object of The Eyes of My Heart.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Anesthesia
in the violent radiance of her beauty, light fills my retinas, mind, nerves, bones- every cell- with explosions of color.
my senses dissolve into shimmering lakes on snow-capped mountains- only in her absence does the anesthesia wane.
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