we meet 11/7/14

We meet.       

Have met, even before this.      

Your presence precedes you,

leaves deep impressions to a far-sighted me.      

Conveys you, then to now.      

We meet, as if again, just from seconds ago!      

Pretend beginnings are so abrupt.      

Search each others' projection for confirmation,       

maybe even a shady but familiar blind spot.

Our introduction is a leap for comfort in the other.       

By meeting, we hold each other

to unsolved riddles filling our lives,      

of share separateness as is our tradition.      

We are candid at an auric level,

immersing topic with emotive tones,

synch emotive tones with intuitive timing

amidst the psychic outpouring towards the other, 

possibly hoping for a win/win surprise.

We meet,

as first generation proposed coincidences,        

blossoming towards each other,

attempting a style of control

by keeping each other in the light of our best side.      

We raise observable points, investing opinion

into continuance as compliments.      

Much of life appears as apparent disaster

yet perfectly enfolding.

We meet, trapped by our attempts,

fumble with original desire,

play at options our mental adepts surmise,

keep story-boards in sensory prisons.      

We please our selves with choice to meet again      

as we did a minute ago,

respecting now our place in time.      

We reverence a morality.

We revere a philosophy.      

We display a cultural predisposition towards paradox

and touch to meet again,

more voluminous than before.      

Help me with my place with you

for I range from savage to demon to invisible to saint

and we have no other place to go       

but the ripeness of now . . .