Laying atop, sinking in To these soft covers Velvety fur caresses my skin Watching the world Stand still. A dark thump Hits hard and falls. The nothingness That stands in its way Reflecting light Bouncing Shapes That define something That is never Really There. How many looking glasses Stand in our way Of moving forward … Continue reading My Tiny Window – November 22, 2019
What do you see when you close your eyes, he says. I see you. What do you feel When you close your eyes, He says. Your hands on my skin. What do you think When you close your eyes, He say. A thousand thoughts Of you.