Nothing. (not even water)
is as good a conductor
as the space between
our faces
before they- Connect:
with a seismic impact-
the distance
which is enough to hold
an Ocean filled with the souls
of every home-sick lover that there floats;
-be it only a Moment
or the way Our Spirits softy sail amidst
through the everclosinggate of our lips
and thus begin their dark journey
moving toward each other despite the vacillating sea
i don’t know how it is that:
our Breath
can be our lighthouse
signaling through the mist


-somehow
locking our lips
perfect.



fitting,


fleeting
such is that the Magnet, in my forehead
moves to yours, dipping my head, like
a crane
to
A
stream
flicking out eyes--
finishing the circuit:
and new blue sparks
of eclectic electricity

roll

me-you
you-me
Nothing. (not even water)
is as good a conductor