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susurri Mar 2020
“You’re a canvas.”

“If I’m a canvas, does that mean you’re going to make art on me? Am I going to be your masterpiece?”

“I’d very much like to make art on you. And with you. And in you.”
susurri Mar 2020
You talk to me in ways that heat me up. Feelings that make me look away when you stare into my eyes; a gaze that says this could be a thousand times more than what it is.
susurri Mar 2020
When you experience one end of the spectrum, logically, you must know that the other end of the spectrum exists. Just as how you can attain something you want, you can also lose it.
susurri Mar 2020
one day you meet someone
you didn't expect to meet
and everything you thought
you knew goes out the window
the logic no longer makes sense
the only things that make sense
is the sound of both of your hearts
beating and the smiles etched in
your eyes and the way little fizzy
sparks heat up inside your gut
like you're about to go skydiving
or bungee jumping, thrill-seeking
like this feeling is an indescribable
black hole that is swallowing up
your heart, your core, your being
susurri Feb 2020
in between
where I’ve been
and where I want to be
the skeleton of our love lies
  Feb 2020 susurri
John Destalo
a moment passed.  an emotion felt.  photographs aren’t memories.  memories aren’t experiences.  angels aren’t humans.  and she is not an angel.

she is young.  but she has lived.  through more.  than me.

we are travelling.  up north.  in an old white van.  my eyes are closed.   her head is slanted.  resting on me.  she whispers.  she sings.  that song to me.  the old church song.  about salvation.  

she is thinking.  about something.  I am feeling.  her thoughts.  and maybe.  for a moment.  we are one.
susurri Feb 2020
two people loved each other
but missed one another
by a single thread

in the same building
she waited for the elevator up
while he took the stairs down

the ding of a heartbeat
prompts her to walk in
as he walks out

they cross each other’s minds
but there is no glance back
no piercing eye contact

they simply pass by each other
quietly, surreptitiously
not realizing their proximity

to the hopeful fate
that they have wished for
but which remains unreachable
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