Between Sheets

This attraction without investment is a light, weightless thing.

Fickle and feather-like it trembles of the tips of soft fingers,

shivering in the breeze, threatening

to flit away or flicker into nothing.

I am not here to tether this ephemeral idea,

to vomit ballast onto this invisible entity.

It must remain intangible, un-graspable;

else when it drifts a piece of me may follow.

Reviews

[Skoo.]

Perfectly encapsulates the tentative nature of new love ^.^
Or at least, I think so.
Brilliant as always Ben! (: