It started out small
undefined
an amoeba
a cell
a minute tiny minuscule spark.
Then I noticed
that the left corner of your mouth
turns down when you smile
that your eyes are witch hazel
with mint flecks.
That your crooked teeth are softly white
and glow in the darkness.
What had started out as a spark,
became a heartbeat.
Like a real heart,
it pulsed in my ears
drowning out others' voices,
filling my veins with
that mouth
those eyes
those teeth.
It had become a thunderstorm-
passionate and torrential.
It filled my days
nourished the woods that
grow deep within me.
Forked lightning illuminated
a hazy truth
a vague idea
a mysterious question...
gradually the storm subsided
and the feeling
became the easiness of the open air.
My wings drew smoothly
on your currents
spiraling upward
uniting with the sun
in the ultimate challenge of physics--
but that was just like this feeling...
to break the laws
of science
to cast off the weight
of the world
the ideas of Socrates and
Schrodinger...
to turn into an amorphous
superior principle
that sets all humans apart
yet unites them all at once.
I wear this feeling now and forever
like a locket
with a piece of your essence within.
I explain it to you often
in words simple
and old
my darling--
my spark
my heartbeat
my thunderstorm...




I love you.