A love poem

cusped palms holding a small bowl with flame
Photo by Prateek Gautam on Unsplash

The sweetest memories of you
come at dawn,
Just before
the first streaks of a yawning sun
stretches across a still opaque sky;

My candle lit
Orange passion scent fills the space
Where we used to be
Me on my mat
you, in my head;

Quietly in meditation
We feed from the energies
vibrating at high frequency
Between us,
Us that did not get the chance
To become anything else;

Our time
Our hearts beating in unison
Our bed, warm
from the mingling of heated blood
Flowing through expanding veins
Rising;

Remembering
the journey
Of souls
meeting before,
And reconnecting
Fanned by the flames of a familiarity
we cannot recall;

Where and why
Just a lingering knowing
That we met
before now.

© Ilis Trudie Palmer 2022
One Love

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Ilis Trudie Palmer

Ilis Trudie Palmer

Energy, Creativity, Spirituality, the Great E.S.C; One dose of upfulness in each story or poem or song lyric. https://esotericgardenskn.com