As though I'd been there, you sang to me, wide open & unruly. 'Til a sweetness on the air had encased me & the effort to have held you. During a momentary merge, settled & convicted, over a doubt, given a limit.
Together or not, whether or not. Never or eventually, even uneventfully. Whichever came first, to torture me.
Had I lost, if only for a few, to you? Taken, your touch, back to my face, barely moving along those places lingered on. To an escape, we dug down to before. On the one side of a door, that doesn't close completely, a wind is feared discreetly,
Here
&
There
