it.

It is a breach of solitude
A commitment made with the wind
By a chime in chicago
It is the violation of silence
The whispering of steps
The creak of an old door in need of oil
Arrivals. Anxiety. Heart (palpitations)
It is the sharing of space
As time dissipitates: in(fractions)
canvases remain blank, and late: night intonations begin to colour the world.
in tones of archaic trust, faith and promises.
It is.
The Interrupt of reflexive loneliness
creativity is now expressed in moans of
Love (making?...perhaps.)
it is: you
Will you let it: invade my destiny with forever?