Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

A lip bite that I can’t control, a small weakness in the body, a faster breath, a heart beat slow and fast.

The soft sounds I hear when I here her speak in the distance, making me feel like a flower petal a float.

Music fills my body by the smiling of perfection when Warm whispers come to be and I hardly control my actions.

High I feel, to look upon beauty, one touch forgotten by time, branded in memory, so warm and loving.

How could I never have seen you before? Will you smile back if I smile to you?

© Elke T.B. Stevens 05/11/2018