a camera flash

"What?  Did you wake up one day and just decide to become a model?"
"Yup."

blue light illuminate my swagger
my shadow is what becomes-
flicker wink blink, stay present, stay
a little longer in the light
warm up to it
the idea of me
and now wake up
lean in closer
here we are...
you-
me-
we.

surround the sound of my voice with awareness
from the inside out, sense it, in your breath,

 (breathe in)
in
 (breathe out)
out

breathe in breathe out

in- out-

dare to get big
exhale- a profound release
let me control your heartbeat for one moment
what does that mean?
i asked , all i did was ask
what do i mean?

i mean love

what do you mean?

the void abroad

pageantries of moonlit reveries

cricket echos of my memory

city speaks with foreign pleasantries

'bonjour mon ami.'

'you mean me?'

all in the greeting, the fleeting meaning- was it just a greeting?

one of a kind salutation gratuity

the lover's plea, a good morning/good day blessing

after reading 

truly seeing the paint is peeling

happiness is what we think we need

though the 'is' is the real seed

the application of happy is first, to 'be'

the quest may seem hollow, at first a cavity

though i know vulnerability is the key

we are enough as ourselves you see

time needn't seem less revealing

only lifting negations off unknown possibility

the chance for change is the sweetest tea

i might be hiding 

lying in this apartment writing

like a kite's flight etching shapes into the sky's blue siding

sliced deep purple cabbage, my stomach inspiring

a hodgepodge of carrots, potatoes, healthy colors perspiring

in the pot of boiling water colliding

Paris has decided to refrain from concentrated rain

falling is not on the menu du jour today

the clouds inhibit my play

though i prefer to stay inside and relay these phrases 

from my mind's voice to the tips of my fingers tapping rapidly in places

gracious with freedom of cases

i am not even looking where my fingers land

my memory reserves the sensation of correct placement

like a clock could ever forget to tick and tock

with it's gears complacent grinding adjacent

sputtering with oil, my tongue is tired of thinking in my head

the bed is too comfy with it's red spread

my lethargy is inspiring deep thinking of what is left unwed

'the void of common thought whilst along a shared road is the missing link to existing whole' 

that's what i said just now in my bed.

Reflections in Perception, mirrors in conversation

Is the sensation of connection driven by the rarity of finding the reflection of oneself in another?
The sensation to keep talking, gesturing, eyes growing wide, or squinting, giggling, relating...
What is transferred when two people are talking? When does the surrounding environment disappear?

If a man and a woman meet to talk, what 'information' is received first? Skin color, age, inflection, attraction? Sometimes I hear two people talking and I am convinced I hear inflection replaying to inflection. I perceive sounds.

A friend said once, 'First when you listen, there is noise then sound, then meaning.'

What about when there are no words that can transpire. What is it to just receive? Or smile, or laugh, or shrug? What about ignoring perception or the reflection of a uncomfortable reality?

What draws two people to look at one another? What of making naked contact, eye to eye... soul bearing even.
Too much? Too soon? I don't know your name yet. Don't get too close.

Wait.

I didn't mean that.

I think I saw myself in you.