Ecstasy
In my sleep I awake…
Aware of your touch…
While the sands are still flowing…
But…am I awake? Am I…
Ecstasy has no demarcation…
No special side which to be…
As to be…
You and me…
Hours and days pass by…
Weeks and months…
Am I still a sleep?
Ecstasy has no demarcation…
No special side on which to be…
You are my ecstasy and that is…
Special for me…
I reach for my wallet…
And you drive up…
WOW! I guess I am late…
Sorry, miss you, “miss you too”…
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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