By Scott Thomas Outlar

Come to me in dreams tonight

so we can speak even while we sleep

as crickets serenade our spirits

Hour upon hour of hearing your voice

is still not enough to satiate

the need that you’ve created

to keep goosebumps tingling

along my spine and skin

dive in

dig deep

of the buzz

of the bliss

of the burn

of the fire

of the rise

of the sun

One hundred and eighty-one rays of light

shine from the seat of your soul

with a resonance that magnetizes my lips

to place a kiss on your forehead

on your hair

on my neck

on your navel

on my heart

Arrows aimed with the intention

of casting webs to capture

all the sweetest signs of synchronicity

that pulse when our thoughts

and emotions are entangled

Moments enriched

with silver and gold

linings and crowns

with lavender and rose

crystals and oils

with winks and wine

with smiles and laughs

that echo

and echo

and echo

and sigh

Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, reviews, live events, and books can be found. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. Scott was a recipient of the 2017 Setu Magazine Award for Excellence in the field of literature. His words have been translated into French, Italian, Dutch, Persian, Serbian, Albanian, and Afrikaans. He has been a weekly contributor at Dissident Voice for the past four years.    

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