markbousfield

A day to wallow and wallow I will.

Wandering the heath...hand in hand I imagine,
cold mist and long winter light,
a perfect glisten and sheen to your eyes,
together under a glass dome.

Sharing memories,
watching defences tumble with your golden hair onto your lap.

The haze of your perfume,
oranges and sandalwood,
musk and roses,
sweet and intoxicating,
separating.
isolating.

Beautiful and ruined,
I want nothing more,

except that next time you wander the heath
that you do it with me...

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