Again

I found you again

In the same, trite place

Amidst the treacle of a rom com

The artificial warmth of crafted like-love

Suddenly

On another's tongue

In another's voice

I found you, again

In the language I attempted

(On hold while I tried to forget you)

The curved sounds

Of music that once moved my soul (and hips)

You were there

On the pillow

You are there

On the pillow, again

Next to mine

I see you, again

Your cheek pulled by the weight of your head on the pillow

The mess of salt-and-pepper hair across your forehead

The angles of your lips with an unspoken word frozen

Your eyes, wide, and wondering, and searching

(Searching me)

I am getting lost, again

Caught in the gravity of your gaze

We inhale

(And I don't remember us exhaling)

A single breath

Held, holding, waiting

Wondering

Watching

Then, you speak

The curved sounds of your mother tongue

As syntax and semantics elude me

Words and phrases wash me

As sound and music

Of pure emotion

Then two words leap out

And clasp me with comprehension

"Meu coração"

But I already understood

My heart responds to yours

As my voice responds

In another tongue

The most lyrical dialect I half-knew

My attempt

To match beauty with beauty

When language morphs

To pure sound

To pure soul

To pure moment

To pure movement

Something shifts

We fall in love, again

In the deep pool of a gaze

In the music of words

In the movement of a moment

You don't stay long

You never do

I don't let you, at least at the surface

I hold this moment, again

Momentarily

I swim in the warmth of my tears

For a little while

Then tuck it away

In the little shrine at the back of my soul

Where you – the you I loved – are safe

And I am safe, here at the surface

Until I find you

Again