every eon arous’d I become by a stranger’s sensual embrace till I cry aloud a joyful cry and spew forth my eggs of liquid fire and ash to mingle with the suitors of land and sky and sea that my evolving world might endure not only to join Time but Her for some to really feel
I stop for an instant to look here— a thought of you emerges— the happiness in your face— your eyes and lips joining hands and embracing the special moments that were ours… and will always be
driving a work day like a weather’d mural be— to and fro knowing every pothole every utility pole streaking past eyes’ corners— subconscious steering every curve braking every intersection— ‘tis better only as a passenger that marvels lost to attentiveness can be cherish’d and gift’d to memory