Every

Every day her hands grow softer toward me, her eyes glow blue. Her teeth spark new, brighter fires with each passing day. This building intensity must climax. There are laws here. Of physics, thermodynamics, common sense, biology. These laws, they insist there must be a point where a thing can go no higher. There must be a terminal velocity, between gravity and friction there is a line. We are hyperbolic. Every day her city widens, our countryside deepens and glistens, blooms. Her seas bring merchandise from afar, new toys with each passing day. Moons chase moons, and between the suns I am watching this grow. Make love. Kiss. Wrapped in my arms, you'd better smile. Where is this all going? Faster, bigger, deeper, more. Longer. We long, we fast, we strip down and exposed we screw our faces into tiny smiles. Our hands into tiny clutching fists. Our voices into whispers, our breath into the past, into failed memories and futures. Our width, our breadth, our dreams and height. Our diameter, our dimensions, expanding. And this endless endless, this everyday phenomenon, where every day her song moves inward, her moves sing, her laugh feeds the starved and drowns the dry. Her balance and imbalance, her chemistry and chaos. Her ingenious engines of creation. In her art and ego she will find a way. Every night. Every day. Written October 20th, 2001 © on Oct 20 2001 12:56 PM PST   0 • 10 • 8