Intertwined

Before, I had no name, Then, you came and defined me. For those times I can't go out, It is your imagination that spreads out.

Before, I had no form and style, You came to shape my existence. You keep on sailing merrily together with the clouds That inhibits all your despair and doubts.

Before, I had no texture, Until you chose to stay and entwined the parts of me that can be broken easily

Karren Jay Asgar

A Linking of Fingers

Hands touched, three times; as if asking to intertwine Did I see you falter? Yet our hands fit each other, as if by design Fourth time, a nudge; is this to entice? Or merely an invitation, a reminder for what happens tonight

Danica Mae Hablado

clairvoyance unveiling cloaks,

the moon

bathed in uncertainties, everything is not as it seems