From a distance
across oceans
borders
mountains
cities
I will lay
your hands
upon you.
In your touch
I will be a lover
a poet
your Master
a stranger
the devil
a holy man.
I will be the name
in your mouth
the cry
on your lips.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Marcos Beccari
(Written a year ago)
A Faded Romantic's Notebook 
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