We’ve been here before haven’t we?
Two strangers could never love so passionately
I stare adamantly at your anatomy while you throw your debonair back at me
Things we know- our Collective deeds.
Eyes recording daily-feeds
that are amplified in broadcast rich/
dots connecting dreams.
All that is perceived
must also account for that which
becomes from what is unable
to be easily seen:
describing what's around us
(purely speculatory: benzene)
Advancing this rigorous-reign:
like thee All-Star, "Dream-Team".
Lucky as the stars above teem
when difficulties careen & then stream
emptying-out-- over what's disagreed about/ or that's disavowed.
He's the Lion,
He's the Lamb,
the Great I AM
His own creation,
He came down from His
throne to save them
For the world's sin
risen, seated at
the Father's side
Wielder of a
rod of iron,
on Mount Zion
peace He brings us,
hope and life within
is through Jesus
I sit here, begrudged in silence
imagining moments of matched gazes
the same hands held in open compliance;
as is rarely true, we wander lost in mazes
I think on oddities, old peculiarities
smiling to broker strangeness
in hopes it leads to disbelief
I ever garnered attention
I sit here, within the quiet
facing moments I can't deny it
the same hands held to heart's content
as is true, we wander with intent
to find what you weren’t even looking for.
I wonder if it’s rare, what we have.
no missed beats.
just a mutual agreement to leave things unsaid.