In a Dream on a Stormy Night

Silence whispered in my ear
in high-strung wind whoosh
and roofs beaten like snares
while bringing me your words.

You told me to use my imagination.

With only dark nights and white air,
a blank bed and pillow palette knives,
all too blue to the touch,
I painted the memory of your embrace.

You have always stayed by my side.

I smelled your breath,
inhaled the warmth of your neck,
and buried my nose in your hair
in a dream on a stormy night.

I'm not done yet. The long days of rain broke me. I'm flooding with words on the inside.
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