the world is my lover now
Mar 22, 2022
touching lives like a soft breeze,
touching lives…
touching lives like a gust of wind
when you stopped touching me
i felt i was living because of a miracle,
breathing in a vacuum.
it felt as empty as praying
to the gods, i stretched my empty hand like a beggar
to your berth, i opened my empty diary like a poet
it worked a little like osmosis,
the world is my lover now.
