A day of rest is just as well. The birds sing just as swell.

Neither catastrophes nor major frights

changed for a single absence tonight.

Clouds break into rain with same nostalgic smell.

Sleeping deeply for a span,

lets decisions not be thrown in the can.

And the world spins just the same, as far as I can tell.

.

you have entangled gold and stars

into the tapestry of my heart

so it is no surprise

that I reflect sunlight

on the days

when your soul

touches mine

and yet, it moves

and yet it blooms. Grows.

expanding like a galaxy of colors under the fragile flesh

A natural rouge stains your cheeks,

is it from the kiss of my winter?

Or the kisses that never were?

Your heartaches from my apathetic splinter,

I apologize.

My skin is cold,

but my blood runs warm,

my heart beats rapid

Remember I love you, no matter what is told.

There's a hand

that maps

the small

of the back

to the shoulder blades

and rests between

your heartbeat

and mine

pressed

12.1.2023

The Comforter micro challenge @Last

Bed Ridden,

I know of

No Greater

Comforter

then that

of the Safe

Opium Den

of a Shared

Imagination

In its Daze,

Cast about

we'll Seek a

Glimpse of

SomeThings

polished and

Glimmering

(as Dreams)

Written Up

(permanent)

On the Ceiling

of Our vision~

I’m scared of diving into the abyss

to leave behind the world outgrown

I stand meekly at the crossroads

as your silhouette melts into the shadows

The sun is fading fast behind

You will really leave me to go alone?