Saturday, October 10, 2009


You overwhelm me.
The feel of you.
The sight, sound, smell and taste of you. It could always transcend distance, and now time as well.
The little voice in my head is yours.
My ecstasy, your laugh. My yardstick of beauty, your face.
The air at dawns seems stale compared to your breath;
and velvet seems coarse compared to the feel of your skin on mine.
Neither food nor drink can satisfy me. No nectar compares to your lips on mine.
All music sounds crass; you whispering my name, thats my song.
I do not remember you, mere memory could never do justice.
I am you.
Inseparable, absolute.
You overwhelm me.
In a good way ofcourse..

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