lonely

Body had never felt the sensation
sitting in it's core

It tried to imagine it as cold
Proffered
it must be like hunger
But in world where it's skin
was constantly touched
by the air
by the sun
by some silence...

Even if it were completely alone

it argued with core somewhat
denying it your absence

A strange little one for the OSI prompt Lonely

Something of him rises up to meet an edge
and something of you meets with his
and something of me flows between
And something fluid begins to see
The patterns where I meet you
And he meets me
And finally in the space between
We are one, us three
In the beautiful edges we bring
And bridge


This was inspired by 'Two Lovers' posted by I Am Another.
Sweet Thoughts.