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
