Slipping behind the structure that binds
us as a society common:
Is a rhythm, delicate,
beyond the silence - too often named;
so full in fact
of colours, sound, movement, feeling,
it will startle you into
marvelling, just how simple the
world had seemed,
before your senses appeared
in the space we now
share a smile,
because we know,
no!, we feel,
this place so real
beyond even the structure of words
I revert to
to allure
a sensation
in the broader
World
of
Love.
 

© Sara Smerdon