As if it were today, the thoughts are a whirl, confused, excited, & dumbfounded - Standing in front of me, she has a smile that charts the heavens of unexplored space– she is a brilliant prism of multifaceted loveliness striking me gobsmacked with indescribable delight — I stare at her like a devotee having a beatific vision of an oasis after crawling in a desert Terrified at first, at evening we stroll together a mile down Church street next to the Old Baptist civil war cemetery with upward gaze, we are fairy-sprinkled by a star-bedazzled night. Her peridot and orange-speckled eyes dance with the stars too which we give names while pointing them out along the way, Holding hands, the surges begin-- raw energy tickling through each of us like the lunar ocean tide mounting higher, we ride the currents until we become the blushing sky, the embarrassed trees, the cornstalk scarecrows, & us children of the universe— flushed with innocent wonder our subatomic cores combine radiate crackling Tesla coils pulsate in sync with the night's chirping rhythm our hearts are quadraphonic the binding is palpable opening the bulkheads to young wonderment, I am a glad pupil. She is my poet princess training me teasing me & tantalizing me if we scale too fast, she gently throttles: "breathe." "savor the moment." "let it build." --our celestial bodies share an orbit by gravitational tension one with the ancient song of the zodiac, new stellar systems birth from our combined singularity. Sadly, four years ago, her quasar was torn away into another quadrant to leave a miserable void in mine. Yet black holes are necessary in the creative scheme of things worming a network between the galaxies A certain nighttime luminary still twinkles at me with her prodding smile.
A Certain Twinkle