Caesura

In the simple space     that separates us,

There lies a void           veiled and visible

By our bare blinders    and phantom feelers.

These places,                unparalleled and puzzling,

Teems within                total trivialities,

Which ebbs and flows as our aeons attend

While we drift                to our different desires.

A fleeting brush            in between you and I

Borders on something baffling and brand new.

Entranced, our eyes     take each other, teasing.

Whether through fate or fear of not knowing,

Our distance                 dissipates as we draw near

Like a fine tight rope, taught and tenuous-

It is a map made           to lead you to me

So to spark the spaces that surround us.

We touch, enticing       the flame existent.

Embrace life’s lust        longing to wake,

Discover the passion   in the chaos

And find treasure         in tender tendencies.

Do not fear closing       chasms, crevices.

Reach,                             touch.

 

An Anglo-Saxon Accentual-Alliterative Style Poem