An Impression
November 1st, 2006
By Archived Story
Turned on
By the charge of each and every electric packet,
winging their way from me to you and back again with
blizzards and monsters and imagination and sailing and Freud.
By the sight of your shy smile leaning over my Coffee countertop
and the pair of trembling hands that made your tea and the pair of eyes
that sparkled and waited, that watched the clock, until closing time came.
By the long walk that zig-zagged in circles around that square mall for hours and collapsed -
nestling gently head to head and flowing, dripping conversation back and forth and drifting lazily
until we took the long way back to a pair of cars in an empty mall parking garage and a 3 a.m. waltz.
By the incredible sensation of warm hands and strong arms and soft lips wrapped one around the other, and
we are beautiful statues, melting together in this cold air; and the flames above our heads continue to slowly burn
as we are filled with the wholly unexpected blessing of these two lives, fixed together by the breaking dawn.
