Esra Sloblock - Bittersweet

Long distance love
Weights my see saw scales
Of emotion.
The pans groan under the mass
Of elation
And longing.
They sway in the waves
Of euphoria
And voracious hunger.
The merest touch right now
And I would combust,
Or mellifluously melt
Into an epic embrace - just like the first.
Telephony a poor substitute
Yet,
Without it,
Late at night,
How would I hear the beautiful,
Sleepy, sensual, seductive
Tones of my lover.
My love.
And the scales shift again,
Bouncing off their limits.

Esra Sloblock

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