Anita Mechler: Recognition

There are two moments.

Yours and mine.

Fission,

visual spark,

palpitation.

 

As if we both knew all along

This is something new.

 

Like a clearing in the forest

An intake of breath & held

The smell of pine & lilies.

 

A crest of waves like the bell curve of your cheek.

Must have.

Want.

Close the gap so that your hand holds my guts

Gently,

A surrender.

Chills, thrills

Recognition.