I am in awe of this human fusion,
of how the nucleus of us evolves,
of how we probe the landscapes
of each other's souls,
forging channels as we go.
Each day emanates a million embers:
kisses like fireflies in dark foliage,
smiles like sun-glints on a swollen lake,
laughter, like toucans in flight.
My lips, my skin surrender
to this melodious convulsing
of nerve endings,
to this surge of seratonin
that swallows the flesh whole.
Something is spoken here.
Something translated by the intuition of flesh--
for this intermingling gleams
with lightning and magic.
I can hardly contain
what I absorb through my pores--
these strokes and tingles and throbs
are rich as music and strong as wind,
leaving me high and drunk and full.
So I leap at every spasm of soul-speak,
and sigh at the sight of you.
And yes! I embrace my foolishness
of seeing the world
through rose-colored glasses--
because I know
that lovers in love
are the luckiest
on earth.
