Obscura 

Obscura 

Her touch felt distal, 

a million miles away…

As though she were elsewhere;

a different landscape, time, day… 

I felt it; a quiet Joy emanating

a tickling of her soul… 

An akin Joy that Blesses my days

a privilege to behold…

Though, this moments Joy 

was not offered for my tasting… 

I felt it so deeply

her heart ‘masquerading’…

As the drawbridge between us 

slowly raised by her hand… 

Left me floating and reeling 

to forage new land…

Bereft and confused 

as to why her heart sheltered… 

the Joy her soul ached for 

a dance to remember… 

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