I exist between the spaces that bind your thoughts

A presence that remains relevant through triggers

Siphoned through your mental lapse, 

Failed to categorize me on the landscape

That is your mind.


Two islands, we are, independent in our dependence;

All I write of you, is a single line, just the way you like…

Verses illustrate the sequence my thoughts are attuned to

Affection, Feelings I hide; fear or caution, relative

I only hope the way I make you feel comes close

To how you make me feel.


– Original-Dante ©2017


Art by:  ryky




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