we talked and in our ramblings got nowhere i felt (not that lack of feeling meaning means that lack of significance has taken place) our romantic phone drippings were sincere and true (oh, if only i could feel her, heat and breath moist and electric) and i know talk can sometimes be just that circumstances dealt (and maybe "nowhere" is just a mirage) mysteriously, curiously, physically, emotionally, intellectually, inquisitively … all i know is i miss her.
snow caps on mountains, and valleys
barren tan fresh looking basins
green clumps and sprinkles of trees
each inch a mile, and time hastens.
brightness in my eyes –
i tug the blind halfway.
periwinkle skies –
beautiful travel day.
sleepy and warm, i drift to dreams
and wait for the house to fade …
twist back time, unfabric the seams
back to kisses and touches made …
- Stay With Me (inturruptingcow.wordpress.com)