Feeling: spirited
the tiny atoms
in our hands,
in our lips,
as we move together and kiss,
repel,
lightly at first,
then angrily,
vehemently resisting.
it's miraculous, then,
that i can feel your heartbeat,
feel you breathe,
feel my heart skip a beat
as our lips separate,
and having never truly touched you,
i can feel you
across the infinite impasse
of a single angstrom.
you have talent.
You have issues.
Moo.
Ummmm, hello Michael. It's been almost a month and not only are you not writing on here, but you are MIA from Messenger as well.
Where've you been????