Do you sense the rising?
The mercury of your soul,
pulled by creation’s arm?
There, within you - spirit kindled,
centre warmed.
In the hothouse,
of your precious frame,
lies a moment, slow kiln-dried,
waiting to be overwhelmed.
Delighted by the candescence,
of this - your imagination,
the grinning usher of pending heat,
is watching you ignite.
We follow the orbit of a lost star,
you and I, sharing telemetry - irresistably drawn.
No mere convenience or random circumstance,
you are north to south in the spin of my life.
We are guided by quantum ghosts,
whispering across the noise of the cosmos,
and we float apon it with radiant glow,
blown gently through our lives determined.
Long live this dependence,
this vital alignment - this happenstance.
May this remain beautiful and rare,
- our wondrous mystery.
One day,
the wind brushed
the back of my neck,
and I thought
about you.
A sudden scent,
pleasant - making me remember.
A happiness song, moving
through lips sculpted
from saccharine kisses.
Song moving air, moving me,
a breeze sent to touch me,
that I swallowed and gulped,
in case I forgot that,
I love you.