Fingertips
In the space
between your fingers
I found
a silence sleeping.
The interplay of roving fingertips
awakened hesitant speech
and, now, the frost lines along my eyes
and inside my heart, marked by the long freeze, melt.
In the space
between your fingers
I found
a silence sleeping.
The interplay of roving fingertips
awakened hesitant speech
and, now, the frost lines along my eyes
and inside my heart, marked by the long freeze, melt.
Packed with electric charge and warmth in a season of chill.
beautiful.. even more so in this weather.. mine as well as of this part of the planet 🙂
the sleeping silence. god, that was sooooo good. you do surprise me with that word-wielding sword of yours. you come out of nowhere.
happy new year’s, stranger. xx.
Mermaid, Black Tulip & {illyria}: Thank you as always for your lovely words. A happy new year to you too {illyria}!