Still, Nothing

close enough

Far enough to watch.
nothing touching,
yet close enough
to feel your breath

Far enough to remain unseen,
no motion exchanged,
singing through the dark,
leaning in close

Within range of your pulse,
no interference,
yet the stillness
counts anyway

Close enough to touch,
still nothing.
still close enough,
to feel your breath.
to feel your breath

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Other prose and poems.

Another night, later.

still close enough

Between the two of us

Idle

One Step Is Enough

The Sun Said Hop

She Arrives in the Pause

Not All Love Is Meant To Be Found.

🌈 When Rainbows Speak Back

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.

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All artwork courtesy of NDjin Gallery