Wordle 268

268

I shoulder your wisps,
your novel impositions
cool as a reflection.

Within your harmonies
I spin and billow,
a barge of blades and fins.

I lock my fingers
around your heart
a bridge of palpitations.

Do not cross me,
do not scatter me
as grains in celebration.

Why must we filter?
trivial as water color, I ache and fold.
Distance is only an illusion.

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12 responses to “Wordle 268

  1. Pingback: Wordles for days – Dreams within me.·

  2. It sounds as though the narrator is suffering from anxiety in case the relationship is not firmly based as they worry about distance they are apart.

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