Spring of 2019
A touch,
whether a whisper
or a hold
sends a message,
and my breath becomes magic
slowly,
slowly.
Emotion flows through my fingers,
and,
for a moment,
I have all the power in the world.
YOU ARE READING
the moonlit side of reality (a poetry collection)
PoetrySometimes, when stories aren't enough, I turn to poems. Sometimes, when I set a pen to paper, magic flows out. Sometimes, when I write poetry, something beautiful happens.
