one way door
into a mind like yours
brimmed with thoughts
of wonder,
two bright eyes
cast
on windexed
glass
enticing me to
enter.
connection
your hand felt
like water
within
mine,
and i watched
as drop by
drop
your reflection
puddled on the ground
and dove
in.
puddles formed
around my
feet
in the center of
a crowded
room,
i spotted you
across the
eyes
wondering if your
shoes were
soggy
too.
it was the song
in your
look
that floated me
places
i had only read
in books
of scribes better
versed
than
i
on
the art
of connection.
you grant such solace
through silence
and i bask in the boundless
fathoms of our
connection,
it’s through this
ether
we reach each
other.
the day fell
like lead curtains,
you endured character
attacks,
so i’ll display
affections
in a meal i made
from scratch,
it won’t resolve work
troubles
but may let you
relax.
tried to call
you-
trying to reach
me,
both so desperate
to connect
in ways distance
just won’t
reflect.
we meet beneath
sheets
to breathe
same air..
to reach same
heights..
to see each
other–
without
light.
beyond the
veil,
i see you
true,
though you’d
prefer i
not..
as pale as you once
thought–
with eyes
so boundless blue.
hands in the garden 
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