Roy Herndon Smith
Sleeping alone, I
roll over into you not
here, yet there you are.
Time like space breathing
distance in intimacy,
the remembered touch.
The atmosphere of
you enfolding solitude
in the present sense.
Roy Herndon Smith
Sleeping alone, I
roll over into you not
here, yet there you are.
Time like space breathing
distance in intimacy,
the remembered touch.
The atmosphere of
you enfolding solitude
in the present sense.