He says “you look stunning…” ; three simple words and am surrounded by
butterflies, unwittingly I blush…
Even with winters muscling in, jostling for space with smog and traffic even with cacophony of this world going horribly wrong in most parts, ... its spring in my heart.
It's golden time. Unfurled shine!
I inevitably deconstruct moments and intentions. Relishing, reliving, overthinking, analysing. The conflict!
And then I close my eyes…all I can see is the fire in those eyes!
The silence is filled. With just a word. A noun.
The silence is filled. With just a word. A noun.
The moon shows its waning face veiled behind the
cloud canopy. Things turn iridescent, blushing each time she shows her face
again. The gravel glints. Emotions at the surface.
It’s not on purpose. But everything seems to be suddenly shifting and colliding.
Logic isn’t something you feel until you loose it and
everything from the day slides up against moments like this… Illogical and
Right!
Everything tumbling to create a bright, discordant
geometry in the present moment while the cars light up the eyes… the irises
reflecting… images…
Cliff jumping towards the unknown…
There is a voracity and hunger to it that belies
balance.
It’s no accident we say we “fall” when we are in love.
It’s no accident we say we “fall” when we are in love.
The hardest thing is to feel the force of stillness
balancing the velocity of perpetual action.
Before I know it, I respond… this feels like a
completion and continuation.
Fingers intertwined. We breathe.
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