Braced in a Doorway Holding my Breath
Thousands of leagues down, subtle shifts smart
As you nudge a plate into nudging more,
And your image rises and crushes my heart.
Yet the quake stores more love at the core.
Light years ago, stars and planets convened
To begin gathering light for your eyes.
Is it mad to believe a nova-like love scene
Added the sparkle of pleasant surprise?
All the libraries in all the galaxies do not hold
Enough words for the magic of holding you near.
Body and soul, Love. Body and soul.
Your absence is the single disaster I fear.
If a nanosecond could curve you next to me,
Shaking our universe would feel. . .heavenly
(c) Phyllis Jean Green, November 15, 2003