Singular Impressions

///as we dance beneath starlit eyes///

movies and brisk-night scares
muffled laughter and hold-me-tight
chilled air in a bottle, frozen warmth
captured in this moment, our
intertwined souls, as cliché as the
happily ever after that graces the
hallucination, provocation to be
all
mine.

///as we swirl down to sun-kissed skin///

straight pencil lines and inky blotches
this body is an art form, a walking magnum opus
some god created in his early twenties
virile and strong, full of life and synonyms for it
with sparking eyes and fiery mouth
a taste for good conversation and wine
we never knew it would work out like this
(as you touched your eyes to mine)
but in this moment, momentous; it
lasts
evermore.

///as we grin and reach for higher hopes///

embracing the sky in our
rain filled arms, brimming with smiles and rainbows
motivated by poverty and politics, purpose and pain
we kill ourselves slowly, youth drizzling
onto needier prospects as we
close our eyes (our hands, our mouths)
greedy for sense and presence and verification
and naive, so willing to trust (again)
in
this.

///as we hold close the impressions upon these fingertips///

4-23-04