until that day

i meet my eyes in other worlds

seeking difference amongst society’s

confirmation of our world’s end

has my vision revealed instances

that few know or abundantly feel?

charming and magnificent yet

witnessing movement between

subtle touch and reminiscence

reaching too far, getting too close

from another of former union

tasting the last sweet thing to

occur to someone sitting in solitude,

few things seem to create peace

nowadays, ramparts sway one to

one, not closing in, nor confining

shifts where lust joins love, vision 

holds hearing, patience embraces

desire, near cyclical and only breaks

when the worlds sit still and speak

toward common grounds and revolve

continuously until your eyes meet

my eyes and I meet you