a gentle weight of a tap –
modern glyphics conveyed.

subtexts and tiny expressions,
punctuate feelings, frayed.

i wish i wasn’t drawn to you,
and yet i find i still am.

this slow burn epic poem,
moons from where it began.

my heart is not in wait,
tho my affections are for you.

this golden alchemy unspoken,
it seems you sense it too.

let’s bask in this prism light,
and build beauty, anew –

healing hearts, my sweetheart.
i see your psyche true.

xo.