King of the mountain

~king of the mountain~

I remembered your face
when I closed my eyes and entered
that sacred space in between
the folds of time

The smell of yellow flowers,
growing beside a running stream
Take colors, always flashing,
Memories or dreams?

Your hair landed softly upon me
As you leaned over to brush my face
Your smell, my brute obsession,
With force you bind my fate

king of the mountain!
What a spirit trapped inside!
Would that I give my present
To within that moment reside.

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