flows from your eyeglow? How will it save us,
do you know? What can connect us except
honesty—its gnawing through fear, focus
on light, opening caves to vital air?
When you smile, I smile. What’s that fact supposed
to mean for our purpose, our precious care
for Earth, ourselves? The first time I proposed
a kiss, did this change our eternity?
Why did it feel so? The first time I pressed
my timid mouth to yours, what entity
thrust us through some star’s explosion? Who blessed
our energies to magnetize as souls?
What power holds us here, our psyches whole?
Roger Armbrust
September 12, 2014
