“Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.” Walt Whitman
When I am drawn to any room with you
My neural chimes ring at your fingertips.
This closeness forms an unseen field
where synapses stand on end
like steel shavings near a magnet.
We have come together for a silently charged lunch
and a teaspoon turns in a cup to indicate us.
It pivots through warm tea like a compass needle
to meet the axis of our new emotional north.
Whitman only burned with a subtle flame ---
You have set fire to every forest in my mind.
Galvani only guessed at human voltage
when first he sent a primal spark
twitching through the severed leg of a frog.
But I am positive
that the gentle brown arc in your eyes
can span a room
to speed the smooth muscle in my heart.
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2 comments:
This was just lovely!!! Yet, it's written with such tenderness that it could easily describes the feelings of someone in love for the first time.
Thank you for your kind words, Arlena. You have no idea how much that means to me.
Something else you may not know, at your tender age, is that being in love feels equally as mystical, powerful, and amazing every time it appears. That has been true in my life.
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