oh yes

oh yes, I miss you

your untamed
wilderness
severed from the outside
with
reverent vibration
awareness
soft feet
on woolen floors
the myriads of scents
you share
bursts that murmur
hands that hold and dare
with no pretense
fragments of a story
never told
but sensed
in your enchanted
underworldly oratory
like fur
and the presence
of an eternally carved now
within me
still you are
a home

oh yes, I miss you

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