Saturday, July 6, 2013


It's on my mind by hours
times days, a back pulse of
my universe, a subtle
vibration, the extent of my
reach into her life, what is
proper when the past grasps
at the present, when the
future calls to follow, how
does one stop when energy
redirects to the slow
push/pull of momentum from
opposite sides of what's
between us, when hooks are
set, connections made, when
goodbyes might, should happen.
It's her nature to be free to
say what I only think.
I restrain the deep me on the
scent of this exotic fragrance,

staying just out of her reach

knowing if we touch we will

fall together

©Eusebeia Philos 2013

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