Trajectory
How far have you come to me?
How far have I traveled to your arms?
What trajectory-
(Through nebulae and stars
Up through muck and over plains
Stomping through blood
Devouring our own)
Have the invisible molecules of our souls
Realized?
Standing face to face
Our feet nearly touch
Our naked thighs pressed together
My right arm stretches all the way around
To your right shoulder
And my left arm does likewise
So that you are enclosed in what safety
This body can offer
In what grace it can proffer
I see your eyes
But they are not what I comprehend
They are merely tools
Like the rest of our bodies
Yet another vehicle for our weary souls
To use to merge, once more
Our trajectory finally finds
Its fulfillment
In this moment
In one another’s arms
Again…
--Eric Marley
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