First Sight

with her mouth making movements
 to introduce thoughts, i sat
 deafened by trust on that sofa across
 quietly calculating
 the logistics of lust, of when
 unspoken things couldn't
 happen between us, and once
 all those were done and we got
 through love, we would
 shoot through the hip, reacting
 off of the cuff, splitting
 up at the fork when the going got rough,
 with a plan
 for a point to rejoin on the road further up
 our windows thin where the ice
 carved its flowers, i would
 hold her, let the wind beat
 back those hours, and then
 standing on subway trains, clutching her dress,
 dependent
 on her balance, since the walls were useless, and while it's
 alright to hold tight, please don't try to hold on,
 cos it's a
 homerun we hit, love, cos it's going and gone
 and then the world turned so fast,
 it was astoundingly still
 and it must have been that moment
 made of midnight on the hill, right when the
 cataraxed alleycat
 spat back at the moon, throwing out
 into the night, time nine
 life times too soon [?] we had
 come such a ways, and knew just what he meant
 there's a picture of the three of us at the gate
 to the garden of eden
 you can get home, but you can't
 get in
 locks are like longing;
 an everchanging thing
 and keys are just clouds
 made of
 metal and spark
 we knew exactly who we were, and yet
 couldn't quite say who we still are
 i saw it all hapenning in one grand epic sweep, from that
 first sight that we wouldn't
 get to sleep for a week
 and generations would follow
 the course that we'd charted
 from that sofa across,
 i couldn't
 wait to get started.