Whenever I read your words or hear your voice, no matter how insignificant it may seem. Whether it be the life that surrounds you or the universe inside your heart, or your interpretation of the world. Those words and voices draw me into a place where I want to know more. To experience everything that is you. Yes, when you speak, I hear colors and taste the sound of your kiss.

Imagination manifests feelings, leading me deeper into the depth of your soul. I feel you even though we haven’t touched. The simplicity of talk and tender musings in this space we share. The future becomes present tense. My mystical lover bridging multitudes of distances within the resonance of your words.

My thoughts wander pleasantly. Hearts, minds, and souls fuse in sacred existence. Kisses slip between the stars. Kisses that bring back memories of once and future love. Kisses wet with anticipation. Dangling like diamonds in the distance where rain succumbs to summer sun and light slyly dips below the blue horizon. Sunsets into sunrise in circles around our lives. Running rainbows to the moon and back. The night confides what flesh desires touching souls with words we choose.

Whispers bind like velvet ties to secret songs, we fall into. Crescent smiles and tongues to taste. Inhibitions flying free. Moments born of time and space manifest what we believe. Love’s mirage lingers in the distance, will we manifest reality? Oasis for thirsty souls? Finding solace in strangers?

Sometimes satisfied, but more than often, not. But we are strangers no more. Exciting the thought! Words of wanting in wet kisses, reading love letters on skin… poetry written on her back beside this oasis we’ve created. Quenched by desire, we drown in paper moments.

A desert inside an hourglass she holds…it contains whispers of time pouring spoken verse in secret tongues that only we may understand. Yet, the meanings are lost as we smile and agree. Nodding approval for the heavenly splendor we seek. For splendor reveals itself in magnificent wonder. Once all inhibitions are released into oceans of emotions and purified on waves of mystic enchantment.

TM DiSarro
©2025 TM DiSarro / Mindscapes Publishing

From my New Book: THE MEMORY OF RAIN