7/28/2018
The beguiling serenity of solitude
one only finds in quiet corners
of empty rooms, or a busy subway
full of vacant minds, is necessary
for imagination to wander free;
for the freedom to imagine.
It is that same solitude
which connects me to you,
writer to reader, in a way
so inescapably intimate, secret
lovers blush. My voice, your mouth,
with every inhale, you breathe me in.
No matter where you are, you and I
are alone, together, in this sacred
space called solitude.