In the soft glow of the moonlight,

My expectations for once

were not disappointed.

Glacier blue orbs penetrated my soul,

Like a nail to a bike tire.

And as the air of caution,

Leaked through my heart and

Floated into the night sky,

And my ability to resist and deny,

Faded like the final frame of a movie,

I was engulfed in flames that raged,

Angrily, beautifully, and uncontrollably,

In the distance that separated

Two longing, and hesitantly willing souls.

Your overwhelming beauty flooded me out,

Like an unfortunate hurricane victim.

The shelter I had built for myself was leveled,

By the waters of excitement, innocence, and love.

And as the walls came down,

I realized both the potential, and

The danger that now loomed in an uncertain future.

But in the moment, when blinding white moonlight,

Shone from ebony strands of temptation,

Streaming perfectly around the perimeter

Of an irresistible image,

And my eyes scanned up and down uncontrollably,

Greedily taking you in beyond my fill,

Like a glutton at a gourmet dinner,

I couldn’t have cared less about the possible

Consequences.

And as I recall the images, trying to construct the words,

That could possibly fight off a future letdown,

I realize that perhaps, that moment in time,

As my hands searched yours, clinging like

A struggling climber to the face of a cliff,

Was the most beautiful frozen moment that two people

Could have ever stolen.  Like thieves we burglarized

Father time, and ran with it, headed for the border,

And a new life.

But if the new life we ran for in emotional disparity,

Never comes to fruition, and if that moment,

Is all that ever breaks through from our dream world

And grounds itself into reality,

Then that moment will be cherished

At least by this wandering soul,

For the rest of its cursed and empty life

Without you.

But this soul cannot help but hope,

Against all odds, against all expectations,

And against all the wishes and thoughts of others,

That the flash in time, when I felt my heart drop

Through my feet, and onto the ground,

Where it laid bleeding, and gift wrapped,

Underneath a tag, with just two names on it;

“To: You, From: Me,”

That the moment was just the first

Of a million, when our inner beings

Violate each other in blissful purity.

And that anytime I so desire,

I can drag you from our future dwelling,

My fingers once again interlocked in yours

Revealing the perfect fit of a divine puzzle maker,

And twirl you effortlessly into the night air,

So that I might once again, feel the electricity

Of your spirit, your movement, and your existence

Run through my veins as I capitalize once more

With the finality of a kiss…