How late is the day
when you come to me?
I wake from dreams
to dream
of you.
How darkly burns fire
when you whisper my name?
I reach from the world
to a world
with you.
How sweet is salt
when I taste your skin?
You take me from myself
to myself
in you.
You and Me, in 55 Words
I have died to myself
and I live for you.
Rumi
I see a form which I find quite interesting . What is it.
ReplyDeleteLuv this presentation great response to the prompt.
Happy you dropped by my blog
much love...
Thanks, Gillena. Not a form, as such. I wrote it after a reading of Rumi's verses. (Looking for some romantic inspiration.)
DeleteMaybe it can be developed into a form. I really like it
Deletemuch love...
The way you tied the dreams and how reality comes into the salt... delicious writing, and the sense of two person merging into one.
ReplyDeleteGood to know I got that to work. Great feedback!
DeleteYes, nothing wintry about this one--the contrasts work especially well, and a merge of reality and dream never hurts in life,in my opinion--it's a hard place without dreams. So glad you could participate, Kerry.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Joy. The 55 keeps a keen edge on the blade.
DeleteThis is very beautiful, my friend.
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful!😍 The idea of finding ourselves in someone else is nothing short of bliss!💖
ReplyDeleteThis is elegant.
ReplyDeleteSome ghosts burn -- "I reach from the world / to a world / with you." This is tempered and sharpened to plunge all the way through to that shade. Incredible, Kerry.
ReplyDeleteDelicious. And so tasty in its reality.
ReplyDeleteOhhhhh... how sweet is salt when Kerry writes about it? Damn sweet, I say.
ReplyDeleteLove this, love. xo
Luscious writing.
ReplyDeleteVery nice!
ReplyDeleteI know this place ~
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