Veiled


Her soul calls to me,
Across worlds of unknown divides.
She does not exist.
Flesh and bone of another,
Veiled in her essence.
Yet her heart,
Her fear
Her lust
Her passion
Her pain,
Still the heart beneath my ribs.
I languish,
Alone in the darkness.
Awoken by her gentle touch.
Golden dream light,
a gentle shroud around us.
Containing a love
A touch
A moment
A spark
A whisper.
Locked behind the cloak of reality.

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