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Entangled Arrival

Writer's picture: Simon TemplarSimon Templar


I don’t know your touch. 

Not yet. 

But I know its pull—

electric, inevitable, 

like a storm rolling in. 


The love you give— 

I’ve never held it, 

never tasted it,  b

ut I will. 

And I imagine—

it will wreck me, 

leave me breathless, 

make me whole. 


I have searched for you—

through time,

through distance, 

And now, you are near. 

Weeks away. 

Almost mine. 

Almost real. 


And when I have you—

when we collide— 

I will know you in an instant, 

A 4th dimension in three

as if my body and soul,

long ago belonged and knew


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