Guzzling one last cup of
French roast coffee
And later,
Contemplating Fitzgerald
I realize there is a great possibility
That I may be in love
But these are things that remain unsaid
In the cracks of my body
Behind masses of muscle
And bones that hold me together
This space,
Holds all my precious whisperings
And the madness of feeling
So totally intertwined
With someone so far away
Beautiful expression of an introspected feeling of love
Hello! Thank you very much!
Your words flow so nicely! Keep on writing!! Beautiful 🙂
Thank you Rebecca! I surely will!