Forty Years

Your name rests upon my lips
Gentle and delicate
And completely at home
Breathing out, you become a whisper
Breathing in, you intoxicate me
Whispers and heady rushes cascade
Across my skin
I’ve become alive and real
Swallowing you, my belly swells
For you are my manna and sweet honey
I am completely satisfied by you
And I now have no more reason to wander


tara caribou | ©️2019

17 thoughts on “Forty Years

  1. If I only could become an Aura to be an envelope about you. This a great account of the two sides of a relationship that travel within each other. No matter the distance, they are connected with a thread of knowing the value of the other.

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