phenomena blue held over
photo by Scott Baisch from Unsplash
three hundred million breaths away
and I miss you so much I just can’t breathe
my phenomena blue held over like a tarp
like an umbrella tent like a nightmare
you are at some distant point like my past
living some distant life
eating distant food
drinking distant wine
grooving to distant rhythms
distant colors in your eyes like some splash on a canvas
by some artist who almost understands
this damn blue held over me
filling me with longing for your distance
is it possible to be not so distant
to render the distance obsolete
uniting the physical to the emotional
in a passionate carousel merge
with music to match?
