When you feel
cold air
blue fire
burn through you
(there is something in this air.)
Is it nostalgia
a reminiscent hunger…?
Is it past
Is it present
love? ~
or just the imagination of
something more
something less
than you can express
(your hands remember
but your mind forgets) ~
A touch like feather
she’s silk she’s leather
she’s your wonder
she’s the desire
deep
down
under
that skin of yours.
So ~
my love my friend
if you cannot erase
the thought of her face
it is time to chase
what you want ~
what you have always wanted
from the beginning.
Today is that day – you know the one I’m speaking of …
the day you waited for ~
It’s here
and now you are sure what you want
and now you have forgot – your fear
so go.
Chase.
Charity
Charity Janisse 
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