Here we are again

Lounging beside one another on your sofa.

I, with that familiar, mixed-up happy feeling

I get when I'm around you

A feeling, like a whisper coming from the furthest recesses

Of my mind, asking, "now what?"

In a million different iterations.

You, a mystery given human form

Sit silent next to me

And melancholy creeps its frostbitten fingers toward my heart valves,

Threatening to chill me bone-deep.

Until I feel your touch

And the frost recedes.

I don't know what this means,

Your fingers tracing mine.

I don't know what to make of our

Minds and curious hearts entwined.

Beneath a black summer night sky without stars

We collapse into one another,

And in my head we resist time, moment by moment,

Extending infinitely, if we want it to.