Drift away and drown


You taught me how to dance when I had never once saw past the debris left behind from discontent. Now standing here proud with my brand new edition of freshly formed weal, I think to myself still smirking.

Even while I rise
my emotions come around —
like winter season.



Romancing Life

Your eyes I can not see
Yet they read me
Like an open book
Laid bare for you only

Your lips I cannot touch
Yet they whisper
Sweet beautiful melodies
You serenade me

Your touch I cannot feel
Yet you envelope me
In a cocoon
Of warmth and safety

Your fragrance I cannot smell
Yet your scent
It surrounds me
Like a silk sheet

Your heartbeat I cannot sense
Yet we are one
You and I, I and you
Bound together

So far away
Yet closer than ever

The other perspective…

Love Always,

Image Source: Lover’s Embrace by Henry Asencio

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