Just as a Turtle pulls back it's
Head and limbs into the shell, when at serious risk

You also pull back your sense organs from  the deadly fascination of wordly objects

Will there ever be a sound of laughter in my mouth again?

Will I ever have a reason to smile?

Will this pain vanished one day?

And will my story change from bitterness to sweetness?

I saw you on the lake.
You have a nice tan,
you glistened, wet, and smiled.
We waved halfheartedly, at a distance.
It was one of those 2020 moments.
where we're distanced by discipline,
with desires sheltered in place.
Mine are burned, as fuel,
for piquant eclogues or rest,
unused, like nuclear waste.

I've lost count
How many times my heart's been knocked down..
Different counted times than in my head..
One over powers the other
But never in sync...
He helps sync it when he's not around me
Physically
Orbiting with love

The sensation
On the train station
When you find
Kind eyes
Sharp hands
Making you fall