Arrival Times

Gift me your exquisite arrival
times...your comings and goings
into your own--and I will
instinctively pour what I contain.
What I kept for myself will consider
itself free, and so...begin to
disappear on sight.
We could make this life a common
affair...couple in color till we
bore through the canvas.
We've already gone where no
man or woman have gone before--
as space is a matter of being unique
unto us...yet not.
The space between our uniqueness
and likeness...is the ineffable space
that the infinite gave chase to.
It is true...we will die misunderstood,
please don't misunderstand.

Reviews

[Muse]

There's something magical and pure about the way you write. Each verse I read felt melodic and fluid. Beautifully penned.

[Onoma]

Thank you for your beautiful words...your gratitude inspires me.