
lest i forget
you are your own
after all
i shadow
your soul
encircle mine
for there are times
when neither light
nor dark
silhouette our
form
tonight
for instance
it's not
a breakdown
of vision
nor lack of
insight
we are mere
vapor
more so
penchant
for evaporation
we've acquired
vertigo
as we spiral
we're adrift
my love
and
tethered
6 comments:
Adrift and tethered; like a little autonomous plane powered by alcohol, buzzing little engine declaring freedom and strength only to fly in circles.
Thanks, noxalio.
P.
you got it Peter, a perfect analogy (toy airplane tethered by string) ...
i really like this. there's a delicateness that appeals.
i'm happy you stopped over, breathenoah ...
beautiful ...
a love poem, in my silly romantic eyes, but even more so an ethereal experience of Connection ... which is, or should be, what Love is .. rather than a tethering business ... though sometimes fog gets in the wires nonetheless *grin
*smile* ... loved the notion of fog in wires Shell ... *again smile* ...
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