Sitting, lying
Thinking about the
Shape of your face
How it always pops
Up in the impossible space
Between the angle of
Refraction and all the layers
Of distractions
While I wile and wander unfocused
Through dimensions
Untethered and whole
The danger lies
Not in their distance
From home
Instead, it’s the presentation of
Enamoring facts
The lure of the unknown
Drawing me farther from
What I call home
Chasing you through the
Chambers of my heart
Never allowing me the
The time to roost, rest
Or return
The shape of truth
A reality not yet beheld but
Always deeply felt
Down to my marrow
Down to the very nucleus of
My newly created
Splitting cells
I have been waiting
My whole life to
Be found by you
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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