Dating : Poetry in a Bucket

A poem

My thoughts
don’t come in perfect sentences
they come in buckets
of movement and emotions
all mixed in with the occasional
words

How strange
how liberating
to not fill the entire space with
words

Allowing us so much more
space
to
roam
about

Breathing
and interweaving
with the words
as I dance my fingers
on these keys

The love fills the spaces
The magic fills the silences
The stanzas are filled with
just these words
to connect you to me

All I crave is this touch
linked through these words
and the wide spaces
in-between