The Stone Indoors Book, #5: Leaping

Leaping,
Almost like the faith of the martyrs,
Into an unknown hand,
Like hugging water,
It disappears in my arms...
Nothing.

Calling,
Out into the dark of night,
With the cold of a thousand sins
Scraping my thoughts,
Though not clean...
Nothing.

Comfort,
Finally in electric arms,
The warm breath of  you,
Not nearby,
And never far...
Always.

Leaping,
Soul touching, how odd,
Defying the norms of the world,
Yet somehow absolutely complete,
Not nearby
But never far...
Leaping...
My heart with joy.


Copyright 2014 by Andrew T. Durham