I'd like to reach out and touch the air left in your wake
like the ripples
of infinite tear drops
and make love like waves
breaking against the surface
like particles, we meld into
new wholes
we are never the same twice
in flux
the grab and give of garments
the hold and release
the bend and straightening of limbs
in your wake there are membranes
containing stories
they crash into each other
and we are.
of the same world.
what are the chances?
1 in an infinity that
you and I would share this same moment.
Your wake leaving ripples implanted on my fingertips
is not enough.
the memory of your essence will not suffice
this time is mine.
I will be the author
I reach out for you
your pulse commingling with my intention
you see me.
We occupy the same moment of consciousness
and then I bid you goodbye kind stranger.
I'll see you in theroy.