A dream; A memory

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She sat waiting for him –
time a comb running through her hair,
darkness a blanket kissing stars into her skin.

She sat waiting for him –
weaving silent threads into vessels of dreams,
tracing his face across the endless sea.

She sat waiting for him –
his kiss burning deeper into her heart,
this nameless love, in her womb, surging like a tide.

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