For Luna,

Losing focuses me on what reminiscing
shall be defined as,
Squatting at the edge of the shag carpeting,
to gaze within the massless blue
of a lava lamp.

The panoramic zooms slightly in, to
reveal the thoughts behind brown eyes,
almond so succulent
enough so to take a bite, caressing the sweet
flesh between teeth
tipped with tongue

Reminding me of when we see each other
person to person, reinforcing the exchange
of love. How my iris reaches for the pupil of
my eye, the black hole in the center of being:
Center exists both ways.

The connection is made stronger every time
we’re able to act as clockwork
gears, and “click” with one another.
Those moments where the outside fades
away, and it’s just you and I within the cosmic
scenery created

At times, we are the universe, melded
by two minds and eyes. Formless blue
dancing in the primordium, gears have released
as the picture squints fuzzy.

I hope I can remember you when the blur consumes.
Not all is lost: Nothing is lost at all through the beating
of confidence from my brow, with every stroke of
a pencil.
It is all…

Shall you remember of the theory
about how the mind is the same as
its surroundings? How I and the air I breathe
are one in the same? Remind me
that if this applies to you as well,
that means the two universes are formed into
a space of its own.
Both of us are the air we breathe, the trees we take root
with, the birds that give flight from the branches. ‘Tis
no far-fetched idea
since mankind has wings:
I fly to you.

I guess you could say that the heart beat
that you’ve felt radiating from my chest
belongs to the mantle,
which quakes and cracks the fragile
crust underneath.

Maybe it’s something in the air right now,
but reaching towards you on the other side of the city,
I know that I’m caressing your cheek, even before I
speak or lift my right arm
to mime the action.

We are the space in-between
that is filled with air
miles apart,
however next to each other;
Formless in blue, coagulated
blobs heated by a light bulb.