The Healer
The whisper of your stirred rhythms ran upon my lips like the The Dagda's fingers on his harp
"Be Here. With me."
Stay
The air seemed to get enswathed in the puffy cloud of softness as the touch of goosebumps rose on my slender neck ...
You. Us. The sharp letters evoked in your angular style on the perfume-drenched paper.. in the most delicate way it transformed your words into sounds, filling the gaps in this room
I wrapped in them
Like Jung in his depression
griedly catching every single word, I let them sink to the bottom...cover the patches of my skin, penetrate the corners,
Heal
...
The mist started entering the pale patterns of the light
The morning came.
And my love, too.
19, Jan, 2021
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