Memos from the Middle

Smack-Dab in the Middle of Living


I float

Inevitably linked to the aura of you

And penetrated by your psyche

The air of our romance

Entangled in the now

And tomorrow

And yesterday

Bending time and consequence

To the will of the Fates

I hover

Lost in the moment of you

Caught in your snare

The hearth of our passion

Burned eternally

In the sequence

And randomness

And predictability

Of our journey

The petty significances

Of life

Splash coyly about us

Revealing the fragility

And strength

Both hidden and boisterously

Taunting from the recesses of our ecstasy

What is this—

This love?

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