As if possessed
we work
Into the dead of night
captured by an idea
an image
a feeling
a phrase
A song
mulling about for days
we pluck it
from the ever random
now
It radiates
impossibly
in our hands
like luminiferous ether
If luck will have us
we fall together
synchronized
giddy with mutual admiration
Our love can only grow here
in this space
possibility flows
like honey
——
Blessed…
m(___)m
