In the delicate nuances
Of our love
Lie its ruins
Your unspoken truths
Casual caresses
Whispered purposes, purposeful whispers
Meaningful kisses
Mixtures of heat and lies
Textures of our history
Covered in glances
An exposé
Waiting to be written
We can’t betray
Betrayals we can’t conceal
I hide in corners
Of my mind
Those same truths
And know our love
Won’t survive

©Cate Derham

Journey Into The Voice Of A Stranger

A remarkably insightful and beautifully written expression of emotion. Fiorella is a gifted writer and a beautiful soul.

Fiorella Giordano

8:25 A.M. in speed of steel and train coming, coffee in hand and 30 minutes of longing to Seattle. Every face is a stranger, and every voice cracks a silence. I wait… for breath and vibration. Each voice tells a story, heart and soul- survival.

I withdraw into my thoughts, I am listening… I am lost… in the listening, simultaneous wanderings, coffee, and the music of these people’s ease and labor. Souls thriving and absent. And I am thinking about my youngest nephew, whose depths hide me, how his little peace hides me, all of his 17 months staring at me. He is dark space and fresh stars, in an unborn morning.

I remember I am anxious. I brush it away. I look over my shoulder, there is a tiny rainbow breathing in between clouds. I do not want to believe, today. I am tired.

The physics of all these…

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