We are constantly walking between halls, of rooms, we can no longer enter – or cannot yet see – On a thin thread that ceases to exist, as soon as we land the next step. There is no walking back. No speeding up.
Maybe that wasn’t love. It was just a meeting Of two souls, Two lonely roads crossing And sharing a moment.
I’m giving you space, But you are taking so much, It feels like escape.
There is so much I see, So much care, So much beauty, So much potential, That it diverts my gaze. Once I notice it, It starts to pop up, And spread All around me.
I was living cheerfully in a bright world Lit in nuances of grey With glitters on the ground That I could not see You knocked, and grabbed my bubble, You shook it up, smiling Causing the sky to fire up With sparkling specks,
Bodies asking and answering each other’s moves. Heat rising, skins gently brushing, pressing. Weightless figure floating, adjusting.
Shudder, heart racing Palms sweating, smooth clothes fitting Uncomfortably tight Short of breath, breaking Into a run, pain jabbing At my heart, I feel
Powerful presence Watching, overseeing us, Enveloping souls, Weeping. Raging veil Piercing, eerily floating, Blowing, shadowing.
Sun-filled day, Light breeze Breathing through branches, Caressing my skin, Nurturing my soul.
Paths crossed, shifting lights, Leaf swirling by diverts eyes. Another love’s lost.
Eyes rise, question eyes. Soft hands pressed. Deep voice murmurs Soothing words of light.
Senses heightened. Mind aware. I let him get close. So close… It feels like I can’t tell Where he ends and where I start. Thus our story begins.