a brief moment of levity

elevated sometimes
when I hear you there
warm voice and blood beneath your skin
arteries and veins I can see
that rush to feed your thoughts of me
and feed me too with thoughts of you
warm as gentle hands and eyes and hair

it’s such happiness sometimes
to be with another person
to live and live and live
to be so grateful
for such small and wonderful things
to cast doubt aside
and not even know
if we are there, then, that or this
to see a strange head on a pillow
and to marvel
at the strength that that little head
conjures up within

to never have to think but to touch
and to laugh
those are the miracles that have deserted us
ever since we confused the beginning for the end
ever since we both found out
and convinced ourselves
that we were destined to walk this earth alone
yet forever cursed with each other’s love