still close enough
.
still close enough
to feel your breath
high enough now
for the world
to go quiet
for love
to be the only sound
—
wide enough
that even
thins
until love
is no longer a sound
now
a pressure
held
between us
and everything
—
no edge
no centre
only the sense
that if we spoke now
the sky
would have to listen
Other prose and poems.
Nothing truly leaves — it just changes how it stays.
If something moved in you — a silence that whispered — I’d love to hear it below, or in my DM’s.
All artwork courtesy of NDjin Gallery
@Dawnithic Happy Christmas with a little love poem  🤗  🤗  🤗
I feel as though my breathing slowed just reading this powerful, beautiful reflection. I have experienced this early morning by the sea, when it is only my breath and the expanse before me that matter, when love comes back to me, when I let it in.