I move my rings on my fingers,
looking at I do not know what.
in the books I read, I try to find signs-
in my mailbox, what am I searching?
in the blankness of the white page,
I try to find words- your words,
which you never say, can never say;
it is as dificult for you as it is easy for me.
"in the complexity of it all, it is so simple-
breathing you in- is answer enough"
i absolutely loved the fondness in your narration! lovely..
ReplyDelete"breathing you in" - I know that feeling well when it comes to my soulmate. Saying "I love you" is simply not deep enough!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
Another great one! I'm glad you're back online.
ReplyDeleteSometimes we search, aimlessly for what's right there, in front of us.
ReplyDeleteThis was a fabulous poem, especially the last two lines.
ReplyDeleteWe seem to always be looking for the answers in our relationships.
ReplyDeleteWell done!
The image of breathing someone in is marvellous.
ReplyDeleteSometimes silence speaks volumes more than words ever could.
ReplyDeleteI can add nothing to the above. Once again another outstanding piece.
ReplyDeletenothing is more open (or more empty) than a blank white page...
ReplyDeleteI, too, like the intimacy of the beginning of this piece
Very well done...
ReplyDeleteSuch talent
"which you never say, can never say;
ReplyDeleteit is as dificult for you as it is easy for me."
Is this really true? If it is, you're admirably in control of the relationship and yourself...
"is answer enough?"
ReplyDeleteoh this is was just the right way to end this..great one..
so much suspended passion... great!
ReplyDeleteGreat !! Wondering why the simple things are so difficult to express
ReplyDeletesuch a lovely way with words. dreamy, mesmirising stuff.
ReplyDeleteOoh! It's not what you say, though, it's what you do.
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