Utopia

Skin on skin
yet not close enough
Breathing you in
desperately
until you vanish
like mist
on forgotten valleys
where birds preach about
what-ifs and used-to-be’s,
where the crescent moon
reminds me of
how your hands loved me
before the dawn,
where a ghost choir
serenades
overplayed love songs,
where loneliness
embraces me

poetically

© Noora (07/2015)