A collaboration with Benjamin Grossman
In rainy March
I long for a
philosophical whisper over tea
The smell of possibility permeating
Your gaze an infusion of heaven
Barely we know where we are
Yet we know where we’re going
With some echo of curiosity
On a bed of uncertainty
I inhale your essence
Drink in your presence
Only we temper the inner warmth
Steeped in each other
Rain is threading through each whisper
Tea left unrequited and cold
In the company of drizzling rain
Flicker of Thoughts 
Thanks for sharing your words with me. Always a pleasure to write with you.
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like wise Ben, it has been a pleasure working with you on poetry. 😊
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