a trip to italy

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my want turned into desire after a few months of knowing you.
my desire turned into lust after a few months of loving you.
i find it hard to mute these sighs on restless nights when skies hold stars that take the form of your eyes.
i beg for apprehension,
for angst to cloud my undying optimism,
for distance to be so vigorous a factor,
it loosens this concealed tether that binds me to you.
in imaginary movies,
scatterbrained thoughts,
i manifest your sculpted visage.
a sacred nightly routine.
anticipating our next encounter,
pondering a reply.
you can leave a thousand times and ill stand patiently by.
my lust turned into obsession a year after craving you.
a Florence holiday will only harm the pockets,
not the soul.

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