They've calmed, the throes of
Wanting as this thing has leveled out
A bit onto an unknown, indefinable plane
All its own.
And it is always there: the floaty space
Between my head and heart, while
The other two transverse the real-er
Planes of existence.
I breathe deeply, and I feel you
All around me,
See you when I close my eyes,
And hear you as I fall asleep.
And you course through the veins
Of my existence
While you are in fact,
Physically,
Rarely here.
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