You and I,
buried beneath the coruscated winter sky
In taciturn stillness,
half-enraptured by the unmasked glory,
and half by the unasked in the others eyes.
There is no time to hold us;
There is no other moment.
Volatile, visible breaths,
The almost- touch of our fingertips,
and the quiet intimacy of our insignificance against the endless, open sky.
You,
My darling,
and I.
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 12:10 AM UTC
You and I,
buried beneath the coruscated winter sky
In taciturn stillness,
half-enraptured by the unmasked glory,
and half by the unasked in the others eyes.
There is no time to hold us;
There is no other moment.
Volatile, visible breaths,
The almost- touch of our fingertips,
and the quiet intimacy of our insignificance against the endless, open sky.
You,
My darling,
and I.
