I've cognized you again--
a shock of nerves, electric impulse,
shooting from the touch of freshly shaven legs
to the way you clean your fingernails.
A road map lights up, all at once.

And then you fall into the pit of my skull,
and for a moment,
I am you; and you are me--
and we are one fleeting pressure
of everything I've ever known, and loved, and breathed.
We are a mass of gray, limp and soggy flesh, made bright,
fueled by the rush of blood
through a speeding freeway of pipes, and nerves
ending in a flicker.

Until you linger,
faintly,
as a node of light, (a spark),
blinking, alive, beneath my skin.