Exquisite Vision
When we meet
time slides
from now
to then
to when in some past life maybe
we were lovers?
friends?
brothers?
And now
and now, exquisite vision
so fragile I fear to crush it with over-thinking
As I feel your fingertips
brush my heartbeat
Your breath
on the naked nape of my neck
Tia Lattanzio
Wed 8th Nov 2017 16:30
Hello Lan!
I love the way you structure this poem, it physically reaches out as if in longing, and makes the reader lean in closer to the poem.
I, too, enjoy the illiteration in the last line, I love to play with repeating beginning sounds myself. Overall, great poem! Thank you for sharing!
Tia