Palm Bay can
Cools her hand
Droplets of condensation
Drip down her fingers
She looks at me
Through darkened lenses
But I still see her eyes
We have secrets
Well...one or two
But we have more
We are connected
Forged in fire
Bonds of steel
Adamantine
I stare at her photo
She looks back at me again
Oh, to be there
To be there
I am Scott. I create poetry, radio shows, podcasts, and more. I hope you will like and follow so that you can be part of my creative process.