the looking glass possesses fragments of a view. surrounding figures and forms collapse as our fingertips meet. yet, steady is the scene encompassing pieces of you.
limbs undulate tenderly
with the slightest breeze.
wildflowers spread their seeds
dropping impressions
attempting to gain greater visibility.
such bits linger out of view,
boulders that were planted eons before,
torrential rains that flooded these plains
leaving ridges deep and wide.
yet, this singular slice,
the object of my heart’s deep affection,
is purely the only matter
that requires my line of direction.
in the crowded city streets
sinking further on a midsummer’s night,
flooding puddles inch higher
as tiny tragedies.
can i make it there in one piece
or will he see the disaster that is me?
reaching for the door,
i let out a ‘just breathe’
then gingerly step into the world
where we’ve arranged to meet.
will this turn out exactly how it should have been?
i still believe that timing is everything.
standing to greet me,
his butterflies swarm from first sight.
yet my nerves have rattled for hours
ever since i stepped onto the international flight.
our smiles start to ease
as we embrace the shared space.
so many questions begging for relief
but we’d rather sit and stare into each other’s face.
soaking up this anticipated moment,
we catch eyes between sips of our coffee & tea.
although he doesn’t believe in fate or destiny,
i know this was all meant to be.
i let him take his time,
process all the angles of view,
tell him we’ll start with all the things
we had planned to do.
and we will.
we have the time.
we have all the time.
we have all the time for us.
say it was in the stars,
something supernatural led me to you.
say it was the moon
pulling my tides closer to you.
it’s something deeper
than a mere connection.
it’s something in the waiting
& it grows with our knowing.
you can’t put your finger on it.
there’s something there.
some will call it ‘love’
but it digs in so much further.
it’s in our details,
to the blissful silence
from a longing stare
deep into each other’s eyes.
it’s in the wanting
and never getting enough.
it’s in having someone who cares deeply;
nothing will ever change this feeling.
it’s in the way we don’t need to talk
but when we do
it sends signals
straight to our hearts.
it’s something we’ve never felt before.
a striking phenomenon.
how our hearts and thoughts run away with us.
for now, we’ll call it ‘love’ until we find a better word.
A rewrite from an earlier posting on June 6, 2020. Thanks for reading.
