can you read my mind,
see all those words,
that you’ve probably never heard,
from my mouth, they weren’t kind.

breath taking,
like the solar nebula,
blended with bursts,
of amber and lilac,
and splashed elagantly,
a lil' of coral and teal,
the world twinkled,
sparks of rich silver,
soft scintillations,
in her eyes

what does it feel like to be held
not by another body
not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin
but
by another soul

what does it feel like
to see truth in another pair of eyes
instead of hidden intentions
instead of absence

what does it feel like
to hear a familiar heartbeat
resounding next to your own
reaching through skin
through bone
two rhythms
indistinguishable

what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists