Stop.
Frozen bodies around us.
Touch.
My hand in yours.
Warm.
We are still warm.
Beg.
To stay this way.
Simple toys of paper airplanes
give me hope
that dreams fly at the speed of a thought –
light enough to be a breath
on a steamed mirror
that reflects you
next-to-me
and not the other way round.
– Chatty Owl –
CHATTYOWL 
Absolutely beautiful dear Owl.
Thank you.. Owl is smiling to see your comment here..
reminded me of you in a very strange way
Ha! Thanks!
Poignant
There’s abstract with heart felt desires ~very caressing ~thank you for writing such living !
Thank you dear.. You know how much I appreciate your opinion and praise, when its due. Truly flattered with your comment.
Agree totally with purple – great work ,keep it up please, I enjoy reading your poetry.
Thank you so much! I’ve been so busy lately, really struggling to catch up with everybody’s feeds. Thanks for being so sweet and enjoying what i write..
I like how you take three seemingly disjointed abstractions, warmth, dreams, and for lack of a better term, perception of togetherness, and weave them into a poem that makes perfect sense, something that moved me and made me think and feel something as I read it. That is what poetry is supposed to be about. Great job.
This was such a beautiful comment.. Thank you so much!
This was a beautiful piece.
Truly
Benjamin
Thanks Benjamin! Means so much to me to see others enjoying my words..
Your welcome , your words were truly beautiful.
B
Nice poem…
Thanks E! You are always so sweet.
what would the other way round be, if you may
The other way round would be me next to someone else and I wouldn’t allow that to happen.
‘Beg.
To stay this way.’
❤
Perfection as always
Thank you R..
Another gorgeous piece of work
Thanks dear! Glad you thought so!