I have stumbled across a new passion: writing. It is proving to be insightful and rewarding.
Ask me what time is like.
It’s cold, it’s calculated, it’s spliced.
It coils and hisses like a greedy old snake.
It’s black, it’s swift, it keeps me awake.
Ask me about being in the moment.
Ascending, transcendent, or dormant?
What about ripples and reflections?
Gone on to eternity mirrored by imaginings.
Ask me about affection.
It is an echo of love.
Intimate adoration, respectful tenderness.
Consecrated rapture of the heart.
Ask me about hope.
Is there a time and place for us?
Remind me of passionate warmth.
Hold me tight.
Ask me about when.
Stand beside me, be inside me.
We may not yet exist.
We may have already been.
© 2020 Laurie S Novak