As the shapes shift away
And the colours bleed to shades
I plant my feet
Grounded in the dead heat
Breathe life into what I see.
I see you
I see me.
Believe in what I hear.
Your voice
My heartbeat.
Trust in what I feel.
Your hands
Firm in my skin.
Drink up the familiar scent.
Of you.
And know exactly where I am.
Here with you
Planted feet
Breathing in the dead heat.
© Shyla Fairfax-Owen
A good way to start my Wednesday. 🙂
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Glad I could be of service 🙂
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Beautiful!
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Thank you 🙂
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