Do my beloved’s eyes, like mine, well up everyday?
The air smells of the sea to me
I breathe him in, I breathe in his poetry
At sunset, he stands by the sea
Looking out towards the offing for me
At the other end, I’m choking
Overwhelmed by our souls mating
The wind carries his name, his taste, his essence
Blow back to him dear wind and tell him I feel his presence
But that would never make up for his physical absence
Till we stand upon the same grounds, I’ll meet his beauty at sunset!
*All photo credits: Emotional Spaces