Existence Argues It Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

I cross my fingers
and uncross them within an instance
Your image, your idea, and your reality blushes there
You come, and go
You appear, and then go vanished
Your rain is a crafty fall
Its elegance's spiritual!
Ah, never been a slow one.
You nurture me
You filter through my blood
And you run across my streams
Filling the pages, and emptying it on...
Why so?
Why this mysterious ink?
Love, you're my life.
And life, you see, hasn't ever been handy!