A thin blue sheet separates us from
the reality of our existence

As my
fingers are entwined to yours
We start to grip as one
skin to skin
blood to blood
marrow to marrow

Braving the moonlight and shadows
that prance restlessly beyond the silence
of the half-painted walls
mute witnesses
to this ongoing battle

A debacle of senses
and we begin our lessons to
breathe as one
feel as one
think as one

Beyond the degrees of separation
lie our common ground
Beyond the spaces in between
lie our constant dreams
that we might never forget this night
when you and I cease to become each other’s stranger
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An old piece I gathered when I was browsing files. How I miss my unbearable urge to write utter cheesiness… Haha!