Bliss
He turns the page
Unaware, he digs
Her up, his treasure
Just out of reach.
He sifts the skin
Of her words
Each expression
Illuminates
The delicacies,
The connection.
His concentration
Easily bears the weight,
Of the increasing
State of his bliss.
Copyright © James Fredholm | Year Posted 2015
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