Steal a moment
Steal a kiss
Steal my heart
Give me a gift
Gravity, spinning my emotions into a whirlpool
Gravity, pulling two bodies out of orbit
A spring day, a day that springs
A trap? No!
Just a surprise that springs forth like a clown from a jack-in-the-box
To delight with a dash of terror
You wind me up
And with glorious anticipation I await
The box exploding
Followed by a squeal of relief
And then, I see each step anew
Each view, each mossy rock and ferns curling under windswept arbutus
“Ah”, I sigh, “if only I could show her that”
as I experience the usual unusually
And I awake in the night
To fresh memories of liquid eyes
Warm touch
Multi-faceted connection
And I dream of eastern mystical powers that could send me to you
Now
But of course we are too bound by the physicality
That holds us in check to manage some magical leap
Yet, I call out every moment to you, with psychic yells
And revel in the frustration of not seeing you, just yet
Knowing that in a future moment, just like this
We’ll cling to one another and drown inside a kiss
David Trudel © 2012
