I am vibrating, overflowing with the energy of many minds.
You reach over to touch my hand and I flinch.
I am instantly sorry. Your fingers forgive me and lace through mine.
I squeeze your hand, "I love you."
I lift your fingers to my temple, "I'm trying."
You know I can't hear you, so you don't speak. Instead you rest your hand against my cheek and cast sweet spells to welcome me.
Your eyes' blue, my red flush, the sun's breaking yellow, June's green rush.
Your certain magic paints the sky.
"Almost home, baby," arcs your rainbow.
I understand this language.
To be continued...
CJ
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4 comments:
So beautiful, your writing...and you.
Your writing reinvents language in wondrous ways. And also, love.
What can I say? You've said it all. Waiting for more...always.
C.
Red: Thank you.
Heart: Certain Magician reinvented love. I just wrote it down.
Claudia: Won't make you wait long. I'm glad you're here.
CJ
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