A tiger at the zoo.
Violent, impulsive, and insatiably ferocious;
To be feared, surely dangerous?
Aging in captivity, he watches the people walk by; who mostly are thankful at him safely set apart from others.

A woman pauses in front of his predicament, and thinks," What folly is this? For I do not fear the untamed, I will test him and encroach upon his pride."
Her reasoning unclear, she approaches that cage;
Not caring whether for her safety, or his-
To **** into action, something that may or may not be safe.

I watched this from some distance, and thought,
"Will she push too far and his animalistic savagery will overcome, to fatally satiate her curiosity?
Or, will he give it no thought at all and  soon expect  his scheduled pittance of flesh to devour?"
After all, I reasoned, he is still a tiger.
I watched intently. And waited...

I feel your love descend upon me,
Like a newly powdered snow.
I watch in anticipation as it floats down and moves to surround me in a soft embrace and blanket me from above.

I pause to take a long hot deep breath against its pleasantly shocking chill;
I play and dance in your love, runningly madly to taste its pieces of sweetness on my tongue.
Flushed with exertion, I stop to look to the sky again;
Marveling at this gift from above
that covers my being, and its epiphany chills me to the bone.
Such things are moments in eternity; Ah,
as fragile and fleeting as things that melt away.

I travel daily
To chase the Sun, it's radiance empowers me
For things that lose meaning.

I , insignificantly scurry along my labors
under the Sun's demanding gaze.
"Make haste," Said He,
" For I will not remain fixed; I must fly."

I labor, weary of his glare.
And yet, where work is through,
I journey west, in vain of his flight,
hoping for his purpose in warmth.
Instead, I am faced with the harsh reality:
The Moon is cold and distant, and will not suffer herself to give warmth or purpose.

And so, I repose.
Waiting for the race to begin anew,  
To renew my spirit within the purposes of the Sun.

Her eyes shine brightly;
All colors of the rainbow
Pass through my own tears

I've fallen for you;
Incomparable, like a..
Uh..um...uhh...umm...hmm.

Such things we are made of;
Dark, heavy, intense things.
We long for something to pull ourselves towards, into another where we meet.

Together, we click.

With the slightest attempt at setting ourselves apart, the Tension feels hard and resistant to that comforting touch.

The longing for that electric connection becomes the indignation of the hardness pulling away, that tension no longer present.  No remaining feeling of magnetic chemistry, pulled farther and farther apart until forgotten entirely.

Such dark, intense, and lonely things we are.

I see a face, in a deep sweet pool.
The face that has depth that mirrors what is and isn't ,
A beautiful dream of what can and cannot be.
I will skip a stone, along the water
Against where in an alternate reality will reflect and also skip against it.
And spark together across dimensions, in a place both real and unreal; a place that can only be a moment in eternity.