sweetly slowly sadly she smiles looking straight through me
and I reach out to touch her but the world turns between us
time roars through the hallways,
carrying whispers of the voice of reasons death
the Birds still sing and the sun still shines anyway.
but the moon drags heavy in the shadow of gravities mistakes
longing for loneliness
the onlyness
that marks true love obsolete
dark matter drifting, deep asleep, through intimate space
letting her hair down with shaking hands that know too well how feeling means
as we must know the salt of the earth
then please
let me breathe the sea.
image : Matt Wisniewki
