Devotion

 

He: Night conjures its darkness into loneliness. A train of self-destructive thoughts takes one course, rides to every end of my mind. The distance spans between us, holding me captive to the weight of my solitude. Her smile, a sight for sore eyes. 

She: The countless spaces between us, do they hear my heart cry as I lay my longing between lonely sheets every night? Dreams are our meeting place until I wake with my loins on fire, desperately throwing my hands in the air, hoping his hands snatch me into a hug, I swear, even a minute would save me.

Photocredit: "Amaryllis in Black and White," by Adam Romanowicz.