Connection

cloud

darkness and light

gloom and freshness

flesh of water

condense, expanded

I write my letter.

When it reaches

you

will be wet

fresh and pure

questions, responses

floating certain, unsure

breathing

without gasping jam

my love will reach

your bones

your blood…

Your cloud

will arrive,

a while ago

I was looking upon you

now you above me

expression of experience

a moving sense of space.

© supratik 2020
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