At the first touch of your trembling lips
Mine breathe cold ice
Blues meet the eyes.
No universe can satiate
Drowned souls of love’s frostbite
Two zany imperfect outliers
In this glorious moment bind.
I have been posting some of my very first poetry on this blog with the Flashback Friday series. Now I can reach a couple more bloggers and that brings me immense happiness. This poem, in particular, is one of my favorites, because the theme is so much more contemporary than my others. The theme is experiencing that moment, the second of infinite love that one can feel with the acceptance and embrace of another. I did not start it that way, but it ended up being very liberating. I’d love to know your thoughts on it too.