September 8

Butterfly effect sending

S h o c k w a v e s

Through my senses
On the other side of the Earth
S p l i t s , Shifts, Shakes
Me up.

So close,

I don't want to move

So close,

I don't want to make you look

Minute gestures that reach through my unawareness
& wake me up
& open my eyes
To your eyes, when they hold me

still.

Brown gems that
Captivate,
Capture,
Pillage & plunder
My running
Dialogue.

Tell me how your feelings
move.
With those chocolate diamonds.

This sweet little game
Boils new.
Waiting for small moments
When small windows are passed
& glimpses inside are
F l e e t i n g
Tiny opportunities
Flecked over time
Similarities with
Your skin.

Warm curls
Shaped carlessly

Freely

Like your spirit can't be [contained]