The Gentle Of Unspoken

Next to me
A sample breath reduces
The fear in spaces otherwise preoccupied
A thought descends of spoiled tenderness
A kiss on screens with
Compositions of romantic sentences
Not allowing the same…

Next to me

The gentle cupping of scarred hands
Temper with inadequacies imprinted internally
Showing nothing,
Feeling
Feeling
More than what this here could ever describe

A broken mirror
I am

Unable to reflect
The heartfelt
Perhaps united soul and anguish
Keep a sacred mask under key
Of the true self
Within
And
Next to me

A beat is audible
A
1, 2, 3…
Poking out from inside my chest

For the first time in millenniums

For the last sake of smitten mittens in winter
Dividing the dead cold from the
Living
Warmth

And in a
1,2,3

The footsteps
Up the wooden stairs

Next to meSAM_3203

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