I hold you in my gaze
Warm, the cockles of my heart
The beats, a now recognisable constant
Dull noir pulsates to hyper-saturated chromas
In breaths and out
Stream of consciousness triggering synapses
Agitated ‘Nowhere-ness’ to limpid ‘now-here-ness’
A discordant indigo mind turns into a more placid azure
Eyes well up
I blink away a tiny tear
As the heart drinks deep
I am back
