In the trembling space between us--slowly become
Intersticed in you--small gaps in the stone a thrum
That cathedral feeling stained glass moments light,
An interval in-between forbidden deep into a night
To stand in place--hold us between the walls of fate
In the very thin of us whispers our quiet gap of late
Reaching in the ever-reaching unsaid beauty we try
I have an idea, real, we fall in the shadow as we die
Lost but never losing in a soft of a tender--linger on
Together in a place ripple with me you're not alone
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 7:15 AM UTC
In the trembling space between us--slowly become
Intersticed in you--small gaps in the stone a thrum
That cathedral feeling stained glass moments light,
An interval in-between forbidden deep into a night
To stand in place--hold us between the walls of fate
In the very thin of us whispers our quiet gap of late
Reaching in the ever-reaching unsaid beauty we try
I have an idea, real, we fall in the shadow as we die
Lost but never losing in a soft of a tender--linger on
Together in a place ripple with me you're not alone
I often wonder what is between us, the stranger in a night, the person that walks by, the last time I will see you at night, that certain something that lingers, a smell, a touch, a flower, just waiting for a chance to be that one in one with us sipping our morning tea in the final hour. Interstice
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