I lunge in the darkness
toward your towering presence,
graceful by the tremble of your lip
to speak words I’d forgetten I wished for.
Illuminating our trove of secrets,
through streets that don’t exist in
a surrealist vision of stark realizations
and revelations, moods & moments,
eloquence in the throes of passionate exchange
but just as if we were perfect lovers again,
neglecting all knowledge of the time spent forgetting.
Encroaching into my hidden labyrinth,
you fall forwards into my arms
your laugh distilled in the charms of those eyes,
bright with the reflection of
nuance and a protractive distance we
were so suddenly pulling back together.
We retreat to my sleeping soul,
to meet with regard and poise upon
a stage we can neither see nor hear,
the clamour of repeated reveries doesn’t last,
as my evaporating mass of etherials floats off
on waves of transience to waking life…