Binary . . . Patterns of two . . .

Two eyes that can never stop seeing your face
Distant visuals yet close in a feeling wrapped with lily pads and untimed love affairs
Two ears that still hear the melody of your voice underneath the noise of the earth. Whispering, silently gasping for air, for the love exhaled
Two hands that feel the edges of your face years after they’ve cupped it.

How your hand fit perfectly in mine was a tale heaven only held the power to orchestrate
I trace hearts where your hands touched my body, grabbed my love handles
Felt every inch of my flaw
How fitting your palm was in mine, warm. Locked.

Two arms that suffocated you in a hug draped in fear of letting go, fear that saw light as darkness trembled with no power to stop fear from dampening the pattern. Two untimed moments.

Our hearts, two . . .
Bound eternally in the abyss of our love. Love that is flawed beyond its subjects. How beautiful is our tragedy now that we’re on opposite ends of our oasis, traveling paths that lead deeper into our heartbreak.

Years since our first kiss. Our only kiss.
Oh how I feel robbed to have only felt you once, but blessed to have lied my head on thy chest, hearing the music from your heart, beats that speak life greater than reality. Beats that now echo the nooks of my mind, processing images only known to you and I
Couple, two lips locked in Azania with French-kisses, double palpitations
Then and now, futuristic retrospection
Devotional lust, dusk and dawn

Binary; pair’tterns of two
One of every two thoughts
One tear drop from two eyes
One aftermath, two alluvial memoirs
One moment of two years ago
One direction, two divergences

Lingering is the ambience of us at the park
Like we could anchored time preventing it from moving
Preventing this tempest for temporary forevers
How my mind is still running, like errands

Two shadows longing for one sight, for two faces and one deep look
Two tranquil presence in one serene state, too oblivious to trepidation

Was it just a prelude?
The preliminary
Premature or a coma of a yet to be continued sentences in a tale
A prequel to a narrative never to be read?

Bound, between miles and occurrences that seek to paint over our existence
Flawed by two faults, timing and distance
Deep within the chasm of my memories,
is a stencil that has only two letters… U and I
Only flawed by two faults, time inconvenience and distant matter.