Tantric Poetry ~ Until I Found You.

“I swam to you, through the storms and mists of all my confusions, 
I did not know it was you calling my name, until I found you.
Held in your scent, the past dissolved and all it’s ghosts. 
Like awakening from a dream. it’s existence loosened it’s grip from my tightened fingers.
And there I was.
With you.
In all of your beauty and in all of mine.”

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Michelle K Roberton.

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