A woman's head and hand leans against a white filmy curtain.
Photo by Claudia Soraya on Unsplash

I’ve dreamt of you for so long.
My eyelashes have brushed
up against your lips.
Your breath
like the peaks of the Rockies and fresh cut grass.
One exhale from you
gives life to my resurrection.
The reflection in your eyes
reveals your longing
for me,
beckoning me
to remember you.
The soft touch of your hands
cradling, caressing my body
like a summer breeze,
a winter storm,
a torrential rain. A baptism.
Your long beautiful legs
that carried you
and me
over oceans of turbulent futures,
over a wilderness steeped in hope,
of kaleidoscopic rainbows made from tears of joy.
I’ve smelled your perfume.
It lingers in my nose.
My brain.
My being.
I’m addicted to you.
And the reflection I’ve seen
in your eyes
with me in them, standing there admiring you in awe,
makes me love you so much more.
Freedom.
You, you, you.
Irresistible you!

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Safi Dona't

Safi Dona't is a writer incarcerated in Colorado.