Regina

There's an abyss

Where time used to be,

I cherish this perpetual bliss:

The static image of you and me.

I travel with my palms and senses

as a sensorial vehicle, feet are overrated.

I feel, I see, I smell, I taste your presence.

As waves of blood elevate.

I silence my lips

I feel the earth shake.

I listen to your skin as it sings:

my name.

Once I heard it echoing at the distance:

my name.

Today your tactile voice is instant,

Screaming: my name.