I don’t want us hiding

in coded conversations,

where the “ … “ of a heart’s yearnings

 

remain unspoken, but lingering

like frankincense

anointing a room

 

A multiverse of musings

swirling in my mind…

I’m in a crowded bazaar

 

I feel myself sliding

Into this place where I becomes not I

and dig my heels in…

 

We glance... and pause.

Gliding, around each other

in well meant contact…

 

Part psychic

Part muse

ebbing and flowing, in this soul refrain

 

Come closer, though,

let me breathe you in

… and feel this heat in my heart…

 

(An ellipsis (...) is a punctuation mark that can be used as a replacement for something omitted or unfinished; or as a way of indicating hesitation, suspense, or trailing thoughts…)