Our brains behold faces:
distracted eyes seeking stimulation
carried off in moments of
quiet desperation-
an eagerness to be at
The Centerfold-
of pain and proximity
crowded and contained
until the final stop.

Identify me
in a look,
or a glance,
a smile?

Imagine us:
one tired wisdom

currents of sparks or
twine spliced and
threaded through
Feathers of the same Wing.

Across a river and down we go
into the buzzing sea-
electric with the noise of
one cloister,
one kiss;
one quarrel-

After all-
we share the same tube

A screech of live wires
Fit for mind blips
bandied about souls
held together in this
glassy reflection