You are the silence in an overflowing room, overlooking the brim of the glasses full of art that are about to s p i l l forth from you able hands. i am the low murmur of voices, ebbing through an empty room - no shortage of "excuse me"s or of cleared throats.
You are love, when love disguised itself as ink and ran freely through pages in lines that looked a lot like poetry, only if one looked. i am the short staccato splutters of syllables splattering and spoiling fresh canvases of pure imagination - rendering them u n c l e a n, u n u s a b l e, u n d e s i r a b l e
you and i, we swirl through pages and mics and minds and crowds and rooms and blinds like no shackles forged from doubt could ever bind us.
This is for suri. ily_so many_, husband. prem max 5eva <3