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Revelations at an unknown hour; whispered truths that are so quickly lost – Is this ephemeral encounter meant to be so? For none yet has grasped the power to turn back clocks, untangled memories crossed. Another strange occurrence: should I let it go?

They say my heart must be warm since my hands are so cold, But my ever-changing thoughts wouldn't be so bold – For my heart is both greedy and giving, Needs more to love, wants more to be living. My hands are so cold: my heart must be warm – But my ever-morphing thoughts are creating a storm – And for all pretence, I choose to disagree: My heart doesn't see you the way yours sees me. But I'm not one for neglect, and it's true what they say: My hands are so cold – my heart is warmer that way. Neither of us is going to be fold – So, close to my heart, yours I will hold.

I watch the sapphire smoke murmur from out of your mouth, I watch it curl and loop and as it wanders across The space between us, the space in between our mouths. I watch your eyes turn the same shade of night as the last – Midnight blue, the stars peering through the veils; Like a storm in your pupils, like a bruise in the sky. I watch it all fade to oblivion behind my closed eyelids, The indigo world that you whispered into my mind – But my intuition tells me otherwise, in this eternity.

It's something they don't understand, This infinite land of wonder that you hold In the palm of your hand. Could I dare to be so bold As to enter your world of emerald skies? Oh, I've been told and told By so many that it would be unwise – But in your eyes I see a harmony, Willing me in: you mesmerise. Could I dare to be so frail as to envy Your bejewelled world? In it I find such life, such euphony. It sets my mind into such a whirl – And I feel a renewal As my fresh emotions unfurl. It's something they don't understand – this emerald jewel.

                   clouds of smoke in the night sky                         scent of sandalwood on fingertips                     reflected glints sparkling in your eye                       the taste of dark coffee still

Corner of the cafe, pen in mouth and ideas at hand; The hourglass up above, and every grain of sand Is streaming by in my mind's eye. In this instant, I focus solely upon the blank sheet, On the surface where the inks of my thoughts meet; Just my pen and I. And in these minutes waiting for your arrival I write; All the words inspired by every sounds and every sight – This blank sheet is my ally. All that has been and will be of me here resides, For this pen to paper, my secrets, confides – I ask of you to be careful, when you pry.

this silence is pending; like a question left unanswered, a gift left unopened, a smile unreciprocated. you left me speechless; just a glance in my direction that pierced through my skin, through my innermost thoughts. I'm left here, not knowing what to say, to think – I remain speechless; the silence is pending. I feel the time ending as though there's not a minute left to scribble my understandings down on this confession. and I'm rendered insignificant against the flowing of the water, the drifting of the season, the draining of the sand. I can't hold this water much longer in my hands; I feel the time ending

It's inside your skin: Somewhere deep within, In the silky ribbons of your heart: And I want to touch. It's a shade I couldn't place That lights in your eyes chase, Leaving all others behind, And I just want to see. It's your warmth I inhale All to my own avail – What could I possibly return? And then I exhale – But this world is distorted, enchanted; And I can't remember what's real Or what seeds you've planted – I'm not so sure what I feel. I'm caught in the spirals and loops All these strange chances; And you've been jumping through hoops, Casting me those strange glances. I take a breath, look at the sta

It may just be that I've known you before – It may just be that I've known that smile; The same words, the same modes, Perhaps even the patterns in your hands. It's true, the expressions you wore: I haven't seen them in a while – They'd all travelled different roads We'd walked on different, distant lands. You'll have to forgive my ambivalence: It's been some time, you see, Since someone had tried to touch The places I keep under my skin. It surprises me, this equivalence – Oh, if you knew, you'd have to agree; It's been long since one tried so much, Back then, it was only an ephemeral spin. You'll have to forgi

Reflected in your iris, the transforming skies – They turn grey, then brown. Then, a shock of green. I'm swimming in the world inside your eyes; Tell me - is this a world in which I've already been? The oceans move under the surface of your skin: The ripples grow and spread; the waves collide – I can feel the ebb and flow from the depths within; And as the moon is filled, she calls out the tide. Across the cold glass, the darkness lands And in the silence, the starless night sweeps. I trace loops and spirals upon your hands – On the skin where each constellation sleeps. This is the side where the warmth dwells, An