Whisper sweet nothings from between your lips
and we’ll dance between raindrops,
silver silhouette’s blinded by the sky, binded
by this bittersweet idea of distance.
Entangled in this expansive web
of contradicting emotions,
blame us.
Thoughts often collide
into fragments of our memories,
into particles of dust upon the counter,
until at last we touch
and the rain stops falling,
and we have danced our desires
into the ground.
Caress our skins and float
onto hidden isles,
into a land
where reality doesn’t exist, instead
a dreamland,
a far off in-between land
where each breath of air is a crisp bite
into the neck, the throat, the lungs.

The End

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