She came to me in the night
and her soft voice
filled my mind with visions.
Our conversation flowed with warmth
while our bodies reacted
to the electric touch of the other.
Later we lightly touched our lips
spoke a few sad words
and then she was gone.
In the months which followed
our visits were fewer and briefer
until she finally ceased.
Dawn's light came very early
and stole her spirit
for the last time.
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