Wonderer and wanderer, trying to put some feelings to words every now and then.
'My fancies are fireflies, —
Specks of living light
twinkling in the dark.'
-Rabindranath Tagore
My tongue in the middle of my mouth
feeling the edge of my teeth
Eyes focusing first here
then there and here again
...
hey I think I got used
to having you around
yesterday I was humming
...
You put your arms around me
My breath wants to get caught
but your soothing warmth against my back
somehow eases every tension
...
As my thoughts go with you
do your thoughts travel to my realm?
As my heart warms to the memory
...