Mindful - 18/06/22 Rewrite Poem by Banksoya Sauce

Meeting his gaze, a familiar fog occurs:
Blocking my sight, closing my throat.
This comforting blindless
Now is merely a passing moment.

I let my body be submerged within his mind:
Gently splashing in my surroundings,
Memories dripping from my fingertips
While they are softly cooling my blushing skin.

To beg for time to rest
Would be such a selfish act
That no word shall ever leave my lips,
That no signals will my hands express.