Outstretched, grand in form, a true spectacle of nature
My love for you stands as such
Your eyes, so deep a brown I get lost in, like the depths of a cavern
The smiles and laughs shared, each small tokens of our bond
The strokes of your hand through my hair,
Each a drop forming the colossal tower of rock and stone that
Our lives, our souls, growing towards each other
Meeting in medias res.
What are the chances that we were placed here?
As we are,
at this point in history
As fate distances the Gladiator in Rome from the first astronauts on the moon
Why then, were we not distanced the same?
Forces beyond our power have placed me in your arms,
Together.
Most are days I feel close to you,
Much like the egg of a caterpillar, stuck safely under its leaf
On days I long for you it’s as if a gorge has emerged between us
Seemingly unscalable
But even then, you never fail reach me
The way it felt when our lips first met,
That moment so small in length but so deep in heart.
That same moment after centuries of waiting, when the stalactite joins its stalagmite,
Two beings met in one form.
When I look upon your face,
I see now not what I’ve seen before
But something new, a fondness and gratitude
Different in nature yet sharing the same affection,
Giving all the love one can possibly hold at a time
What we share now
Can only be described as …
Photo Credit : Miss Atkinson, George Masser
