How I Met You

First, a sequence of footsteps disguised as coincidence. A smile to hook at eleven, a line to sink at twelve A style, all the while, caught leaning in the background. Words, flowing like they’ve been there all along Dropping us, down another level in their elevator Further down the rabbit hole. I become your mechanism Heeding your every nerve, Every tiny rhythmic stir. You sing as I tune you. At last, the bottom falls out and we’re flying, passing Between each open idea, dipping Inside your emotional crevices, tracing Each curve in your wings- Color spiraling outward, Out of control We crash land by the ocean Peeking from the rubble. Though our eyes are all that is left- seeds Aligned and blooming toward the sun. Time stops. And the clock waits outside As our sandcastle, balanced perfectly on this single fleeting moment Breaks against the morning tide. And the night disappears back into footsteps Just to age in a museum of art never captured.