words flow between the columns
arriving and departing,
some joyous, some daunting.
lips seem to have all the answers
coming and going,
meeting in hellos and goodbyes,
grand gestures embracing high ceilings.
cacophonous echoes of shoes on stone,
the pumping beat that brings the building to life.
accepting all the true sweet sorrows,
rapt in subtle wafting, souls travel unaware.
gathering in the senses,
impetus grows like there’s no tomorrow.
longing comes to bear
wrapped tightly in hugs,
nose buried in her hair.
brush lightly for my soul is buried there,
held in your bouquet
powdered skin and chanel 19,
breathing in your redolence,
where sweetened memories are held between.
