Encountering the other
is Instant's Eon
savored on the Souls Plate
because properly seen
Encountering is the essence of Life's Feast.

To fade away from this Fete
is to die bereft
in which too many
belatedly taste
only at Life's End.

No,
free are Love's Gifts
eyes convey
touches communicate
yet so many
have only the Coward's Take
hiding behind
Rejections Face-
the Fools Path-
sadnesses given
heaven
closed away in the instant;
hearts either touch,
or embrace Fear Fleeing.

So reach you next time
because brief encounters matter;
tender you a tentative smile;
move beyond Fear's Face
offer your Soul's Plate
because
other wise
you and other
mutually
starve
ever hungry
within
Fear's
Fate
and drift away
bereft
ever the isolate
residing
within that loneliness
which can not
ever sate.