Cherchez La Femme (Or: She Knew The Room Was, And So Also - I) Poem by Brian Mattern

the fall towards love was bright, quick.
it was your posture, shone in breadth.
that maturity, adjacent with - the wine in hand
confirms a justice to experience.
and I hold you suspended within the realm of a distant gaze.
because I want to meet you, and cry, and laugh.

as a tangible tangent,
we are the universe.
yet my source does yield,
knelt to your flux,
as a dumb curious love.
your - skin - is - the solace of my vision,
as the platonic pact - of lark
and breeze.