if all that i see
and all that i think
could somehow be erased —
what might fill
the “space”?
and if an idle hand
starts moving
for what does it long
to reach?
should a barren heart
start feeling
will it skip
a beat?
and in the blink of an eye
granite can become
quicksand beneath
your feet,
but at the end
of the day (with no one
watching) who
would you rather be?
i call it “grace” to dive
deep into those infinite depths,
becoming so lovingly lost
in her sweet
embrace.
