warmth like the sun on my face on a cold cold day your entire body coming together
and it's as if there is an aura around us and we are in it.. like a circle. nothing outside can come in.. you may he driving or whatever but that moment is just in complete self there. frozen and the rest is moving on it's own course...
I cant better explain it. I write of it everytime I write a poem sun kissed naval on a friday we met.. my hands and feet are frozen cold but my heart is warm like the blood gushing in and out of it is
and although what is around me still saddens me.saddens me that I cry out but I anchor myself to the rhythm of another reality of another world where we float like amorphous spirits around the moon.. it exists somewhere where the rude awakening stands at the periphery in humble awe and respect for just a few moments in between a day swallowing us whole and raw
