Stripped of all but words, he stands as a reminder that true closeness arises from an outward expression of that tucked within.
Like a good book, his images are painted vividly in my mind, stirring my emotions, successfully bridging the obvious gap between us.
Though absent in body, the presence of his thoughts are my companion, his willingness to hear my own, my release.
Our eyes have never met, hands have never touched, voices never crossed. We remain connected only by our fingers.
4 comments:
i remember what that was like...
One day later, still blushing :-)
That was very sweet.
Mind you know. Di man is spoken for. Of course we can always work out something. Just let me know.
Not a ting need to work out. The man is happy as he is and rightly so.
Glad to know you watch out for your basses though BB. Good stuff dat man!
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