breathless
(your words leave me this way)

crushing

multi-layered longing
too-good-to-be-true brilliant
encapsulating all I feel
in words I could
never find
filaments of love connecting
in a measureless space
between
connectedness(ness)
beauty
enraptured
I am
breathless
(oh yes)

we can’t overplay our hand
locked in a deep freeze
let’s don’t kid ourselves
it takes a lot of work
to be reduced to tears
the risk of becoming a saboteur
and giving oneself a chance
takes the key to one’s heart
and like a raging bull
kisses us like emptiness
as if received by a stranger

This is an excerpt from a poem by Derrick Tyson.