I've heard these sounds before, the whispers of midnight that sit with me until noon. They dance and I remember the trails of your voice, and for a moment the shadows cease, you become clear far across the sand, and I throw the lilies across the sea and fall towards you...forever falling, eternally reaching.
YOU ARE READING
in your absence
PoesíaPerhaps I love you too little, because there is still so much you don't understand...for I crave touch, just not from your hands.
