Many years ago,
I saw some words on a screen.
Words somehow transmitted through
( ( ( thought/fingers/satellite. ) ) )
I replied because I was impressed.
Impressed with honesty.
With knowledge of humanity beyond my limited understanding.
My world was opened,
By the illuminated text
Sent (via unknowable technological magics)
From that vital brain to my own.
We argued about life,
Day after day we battled and danced with words.
...Those precious words... (Maybe that’s why I still use them.)
Upon each instant of waking
My insides began to flutter in anticipation.
I couldn’t tell you exactly when it happened.
Maybe there was no “when it happened.”
Maybe it was always there, waiting to be discovered,
Like an ancient artifact;
Some long-lost treasure, built by gods or aliens,
Buried but intact.
I knew only one thing:
Surer than air.
Surer than pain.
Surer than gravity.
I was in love.
Oh God; what Love.
The kind where nothing else matters.
Eventually we learned each-others’ facts:
He was a he. I was a she.
He was 17. I was 16.
He lived in Missouri, USA. I lived in Tasmania, Australia.
It was the opposite side of the world...
Upon the moment of waking,
My insides fluttered with memories.
( ( ( heartbeats/airplanes/sweaty palms ) ) )
I stroked his beard and kissed his shoulder,
As I have done every morning, without realizing, for years.
He turned to me and grumbled “Hmph.”
And it occured to me,
That perhaps not even words
...My precious words...
What his most inarticulate utterances stir within.