With that damp wind,
My senses begin to unknowingly grasp
At those memories,
Just a little more daily.
Like that afternoon with my feet in the sand.
All it takes is just the right amount of rain
hanging delicately in the air.
Just the right amount of greenery,
Pushing up from beneath the ground
To recall that morning coffee
On the balcony in the world
That balcony I never wanted to leave.
The veranda that held the two of us,
And no more worries,
Nothing more than the connectedness
That haunts me when I ache,
For something more than…
Of pleasant living in such a world,
Of constant inconsistencies.
I languish for you,
and the warm
of us becoming one again.
I miss speaking without speaking,
our desire so glib and reserved
while being so sublimely cognate.
Our passions bubbling below the surface,
Like the brook before the spring rain
Before it becomes a force of nature-
So distinctive, wild, and sumptuous.
A Distant Memory Captured: NXXOS
Shadow Apparition Apparatus: Typhoon – “Old Haunts, New Cities”