Fingers Touch and Unite

This Sweetest Thing tugs

at My mind. It reminds Me

that Happiness and Love

were always there, Unseen.

Had the Race been run?

I most certainly agreed,

Surprise! It had only begun,

please Run it with Me.

Matching Souls, Two Beings,

Far fathoms, deeply Alike.

A call from The Black Reach,

Fingers touch and Unite.

Pretty words and Sentiment,

Obfuscate the Truth,

of what this all meant.

The Future? Me and You.


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Obol is a poet and an infrequent writer of prose.

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