Retrospect

Those words I typed,
designed carefully, deliberately
for a fleeting moment of bliss
or two,

were snatched up
by the Universe herself,

laid bare in her outstretched palm
in offering of things
neither of us
had dared ask for.

And now, the mere scent of you
holds me captive.

That fleeting moment,
once desperately craved,
traded, gladly, for the single promise
of our every tomorrow.

 

 

(Photo Credit: Vixis24m)

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