Night skies.
Diamond dotted darknesses.
Poignant, yet
Beautiful, holding
Brightnesses of infinitesimal joys.
Souls aching to meet
Reaching out through
Wispy strands of yearning…
Weaving, entwining
Arcing over synapses,
Bridging abysses of longing.
And the tingling.
O’ the tingling…
When a zinging thought
Meets, resonates.
In words, rusty…
Hidden too long. Unused voices.
Husky, hesitant.
Emotion does not hang heavy, here.
Instead, they anchor us.
Give us that scaffolding…
And our voices, from our hearts…
They build our world
Within our entwined hands.
Fragrant with wanting.
23 August, 2017
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August 27, 2017 at 11:49 pm
From outer space and distant stars
The time for touching will be ours
Tentative steps
Voices need streps
And fragrance melts away the hours!
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August 29, 2017 at 11:47 am
Girls…you both are too good with that play of words! WOW!
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