We are cursed—
even to touch, even to feel
the warmth of one another
seems forbidden to this world.
They think we are fragile,
that pain can break us
like brittle bones—
yet we are only soft,
never cruel,
living without harming a soul.
He sees me in poetry,
writes me into existence
with every breath of love
and every wound we carry.
We have met before—
through four yugas and four again,
time circling back to us
like destiny remembering its own name.
This time, we know,
and still we choose—
a life quietly blessed by God.
I see him everywhere—
in my heart,
in my thoughts,
in the life I live for him.
And when the world hunts us,
even our kiss becomes a crime,
their jealousy striking
like unseen storms upon our minds.
Never mind—
God has been kind.
We do not crave,
for we have never missed—
we are already living
the life they search for.
If I need to speak,
he becomes my thoughts.
If I long to hold him,
he becomes my hands.
If I ache to kiss him,
he becomes my lips.
We love.
We live.
We weep—for a world gone mad,
that wounds what it cannot understand.
They will never know
the depth of us—
our endless blue ocean
where the sky falls gently
into its own reflection.
There, we are one—
his image held in my eyes,
like the sky forever
cradled by the ocean
— Jessy Jacob ❤️
I enjoyed the thoughts evoked by your words 🌼
And this –
They will never know
the depth of us—
our endless blue ocean
where the sky falls gently
into its own reflection.
Thank you Joe.