April 08, 2008

From the tips of his splayed fingers
to the edge of the horizon, his
vision can map the distance between
fallen leaves and the V of geese that fly
home. When his calculation never arrived
at the same point in time and space ,
he concluded: this proximity between
human bodies must not be
a question of fate
but of intent. He will prove that
intimacy exists merely
between the interim of consciousness.
After some time, he would
murmur in frustration as to why
he is off tangent when he tries
to angle his own way within
the radius of another smile,
never factoring how each degree of
affection always comes in pairs.

blue rogue