The Exchange
Atomic and reaching,
her heart gently coaxes the breath of fresh air from my soul,
as my piercing gaze watches it merrily play in her loving glance.
Emptiness subsides,
as the unfilled void is awakened by her words,
and her touch becomes a vast ocean pouring into the thimble that is the remnant of my heart.
Fragile but yearning,
eternally hoping,
heavy buckets of heartache that should empty to fill,
cosmic fate smiles like a newborn baby placed in its mother’s arms,
as the exchange becomes an origin for their universe.
