Tonight, I’m reminded of you.
Blame it on the wind that carried your scent miles away to where I’m laying, looking at the moon so bright it reflects your irresistible eyes onto the nearby stars.

Tonight, I’m reminded of you.
Was it the waves that brought your whispers ashore and onto my hands that I touch myself with — or Was it the water intoxicated with the taste of your lips that touched mine?

You know what I think?
That you made a pact — because you cannot be here with me, because you want me to live and breathe and feel you — you conspired with the universe to present yourself before me in secret ways

so that tonight—to-night, I may be reminded of you.

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