Your world…
is carried around
with the words you speak…

and when you speak them for me
mine enlarges…
opening towards you
with open arms of embrace.

Your words, names the elements
within which floats
the universe of my life.

And create empty spaces,
of refuge…
until the storm is passed.

You entice, you rouse me…
a word spurring me to wakefulness;
Your breath like an exotic balm
soothes, unraveling hidden layers
of feigned emotions.

It’s your proximity.
And i burn. I burn without consuming.
Proximity. It burns
When two hearts look in the same direction,
and hear the wordless tunes echoing
from that region they’ve walked together.

We will always long for them.