As close...
as distant
in our world my love,
there is no distance
No safety measures
We dive into the realms of the sweet danger
with every breath
we eye hug with every sneaked in selfie stare
we, with our every word stripped bare, lip lock
and we melt...
in the fire of our dream-handshake- yearning
and resurrect...
with our every Isis upon Her Osiris magical wish-meeting teardrop
and roam in the Lisbon Diaries cobblestone streets of our minds around
we don't wear but our brave hearts skin
sprinkling but our unloved love aroma yang-yin...
we coffee of the same cup at the corner of our old town visions tip
and take a bite of the same plate of time in our own world
my love
we share our cheeks for a tear fall
and hold our hands soaked in pain
we inch in, one beat at a touch
A Nile within us, with every outer drought
would flow
For we know
they all leave when they come
we have nothing, when we have only some...
silence plays louder than a drum
when all we can afford then, is a hum
flesh to flesh turns into dust
every life breath is a call to death
reborn we shall remain
in our own home of exile
so here we are
my love
dancing under the rains of hope
drenched in the falling skies of our possibility
laughing at the odds of our happening
and happening despite every odd,
laughing
one soul we are
hanging at the edge of our own world
fearlessly
with a life thread of flash lights...
and poetry.
