The steady sound of breathing in and out grows
There are no labels, no rules, it’s just a moment…
And suddenly, unavoidably, an accidental touch
It sparks the tic-tac of my heart, fast, strong
It simply feels, an instant that has tattooed my soul.
In front is me, my silent thoughts,
Behind is what I made of you, in an instant, in a touch.
2 comments:
A lovely poem -- the tic-tac working especially well with the mention of breath, and leaving one a bit breathless, waiting futilely for a 'toe'...
you are right, and you are one of the very few that can see beyond within my soul ;)
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