Like dust floating by
illuminated in front of me
intoxicating to my eye
invigorating to my brain 
elusive to my touch
absent from my plane

With time your presence grows 
on the part of love’s surface
that remains untouched and exposed
some of you hidden and protected 
attempts to clear my mind
never fail to leave us connected

Omari Akil — Follow me on Medium, Instagram, Facebook, or Twitter.

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