Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
The ninth in a set of NINE. All NINE pieces can be found at https://objectsanddistance.com/tag/manybecomingonebecomingmanycollection/ Artwork generated by CrAIyon (formerly DALL-E mini). "at last" - Recorded 7/27/2022 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I would hold your naked formand kiss you gently on the cheekwhispering soft words in your earbefore you fall asleep I … Continue reading at last
For You. 💙 "I Wanted to Write a Poem About Your Beauty" - Recorded 1/8/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I wanted to write a poem about your beauty…But for once, I did not know quite how to arrange the thoughts that drift in my head in such a way that … Continue reading I Wanted to Write a Poem About Your Beauty
"those clouds which were on the horizon" - Recorded 1/4/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them those clouds which were on the horizon…how they inspired fear in your heart! "surely" you thought "what was once a sunny day will shortly be no longer so"and how soon this proved to beas the shadows … Continue reading those clouds which were on the horizon
It was here that we learned to love;not the kind of love that brings a blush to the cheeks,no, not the kind of love which is all too often confused with the lust that leads to hasty marriage that leads to depression that leads to divorce,but the kind of love that is formed of the … Continue reading Here, Where the Hollyhock Once Grew Tall
On a cool, misty morning In the early Autumn I can feel the crisp air rushing against my cheek As the world slowly rises around me From its bed of the night before To a day filled with the voices of so many Eager to begin Eager to know what it means to be alive … Continue reading On a Cool, Misty Morning
Just last night I had a dream I stood in a field of emerald green Where a mouth it spoke from a face unseen In a language unknown But with a voice serene In this dream there was a girl And there was a time Where in her eyes I saw the world On her … Continue reading How Much You Mean to Me
Note: This piece contains material that is not appropriate for all audiences. Read at your own discretion. Her breath on my neck Her lips on my cheek Her pressed against me We move as one; I remember to breathe Feel her movement, discrete Rinse and repeat Shallow then deep Above then beneath Pressed against - … Continue reading Nothing More, Nothing Less *Explicit*
Sometimes I wonder If I even see you at all If I ever have If I ever will Or if I only know A fraction of your precious whole A symphony played With musicians in separate rooms As I wander the hallways Cheek pressed against each door In a frantic effort To perceive If just … Continue reading A Symphony Played
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
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