In my dreams, he comes to me
the way the sea does:
all hunger,
all memory,
all gravity.
His voice,
God, that voice,
low, rough,
speaking to me
in the language of want.
I wake with salt
on my tongue
and an ache
in the shape of him.
I still meet him
where the world
loosens its grip,
in the undertow
between memory
and desire.
Contemporary Poetry, Desire, Dreams, Emotional Poetry, Heartbreak Poetry, Longing, Love Poetry, Memory, Poetry, Romantic Poetry
Meet the Author
Malana Kline
Originally from Memphis, Tennessee, Malana Kline is a writer and artist with a love for creative expression in all its forms. She writes poetry and fiction, exploring everything from the intimate and melancholic to the strange and imaginative. Beyond writing, she creates digital art and enjoys photography and crafting. Her work is driven by curiosity, creativity, and a fondness for finding beauty in the details.
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