(Hoping this picture doesn't disappear lol)
Written for a picture challenge
I’ve been comfortable with muted days,
shades of cream and sepia ombré.
Memories fade, organically shifting.
Details lost. An essence remains.
And I’m drawn to blurred watercolors,
I may have lowered my eyes
But wait for a moment
Linger in that space I've created...
Match my breaths
Reach for my hand
and step into my fear
Hold me, for a moment,
tethered by the tips of your fingers
Exhale once I match your gaze...
I'm here. I'm back now.
Shared this picture in a group. Some came up with a response. This was mine:
I never once felt your lips
writing “perfect” on every
inch of me.
Dozing, I’d feel your fingers
across my back.
I was meant to pay attention
and read your touch, aloud…
I even smiled...