Your messages
found me
as I leaned back
on my chair
An odd feeling
had settled in you
as my messages
grew shorter
signed off
with a single letter
Like a playful tease,
a stealthy longing—
it made you overthink
Your seasoned heart
whispered to you—
“I could be exposed”
On my chair
I leaned forward—
I read, then reread
your words
over and over
Something touched me—
was it you
or your words?
Song of our souls—
our delicate sides
your morning kookaburrassang to you
from the dreaming
that morning