5.5.25

Haze

 




Two souls become shadows. 
Shadows that float through our sanctuary.

Float as two unique figures, the tall and the short.
 At least that's how I remember when you held me.

And missing you is too overrated these days.

Because I only miss you when you dare to slip down my gown, 
Inhale my scent that purely intoxicates, 
When you were not afraid to kiss my lips,
When you were not too overthink my skin and scars, 
But worshipping it inch by inch, 
Felt it with your heart not with your eyes, 
Not a measure to compare with the other cups you touched that morning, 
Or judgment of being aging, 
Because we only saw ourselves, not anyone. 

Inside me,
Like I was the only one. 
or was I.


Tender and subtle.
Honest and real. 
A slow-burning dance.




At the best,
I only miss you when you are not thinking of anything,
but only bliss next to me.