Soul Searching

Our souls can’t bear to be apart. 

Mine kicks to be released from this confinement through the palm of my hand

Reaching,

She needs to find yours.

My soul screams your name, 

Receives phantom squeezes in bed,

walks to the tip of my tongue to drop off your name with three soft kisses. 

Kiss.

        Kiss. 

               Kiss.

Until you return.

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