Event Horizon
From the porch, where I sit to wait for you,
I watch the last of the Sun’s light tether itself invariably tighter to the ground.
Vicious gusts of wind bend the trees,
I breathe in the scent of the coming storm; Wet earth and ozone.
Thunder growls in the distance.
I smoke while I watch for your car.
The cigarette burns wantonly between my fingers,
It’s smoldering cloves mixing with the tempest dancing at the edge of town.
The prospect of a night wading through your intellect thrills me to no end,
Your voice often seeming to weave a map of my own mind’s design.
The waiting makes my nerves sing.
I listen to music to ease my disquiet,
It filters out of the house,
Orpheus guiding my heart to an even measure.
The reward for my calm is your headlights ghosting up the street.
The wheels crawl over the gravel.
Then, the squeaking of breaks.
In the moment before your engine stills,
I muse, that a gleam of delft may unravel my composure,
Leaving me mute to welcome you.
But, the thought is burned away,
As a brilliant thread of lightning mars the sky,
And a torrent of rain heralds your arrival.
The car door opens, and the light turns on inside.
The glow acts like a beacon as I make my way down the steps.
I carry two umbrellas, both of them are black.
One is larger than the other, in order to better shield your belongings.
Your voice is lost in the clamorous melee of water,
Driving us to forgo our greetings, 'till we make dry land.
The next minutes are a blur of boots cleaving puddle from asphalt,
And the hollow drumming of our heels striking the porch floor.
We only stop when the threshold is behind us, our shelter secure.
When you turn to face me, I see it,
The smile that has disarmed me a thousand times.
Tonight is no different.
I smile back at you because there is no other recourse in my heart.
The bulbs above our heads flicker and dissolve into darkness.
Your hand is on my arm then, pulling me into you.
I never want to leave this embrace.
And when your mouth crashes into mine, I know.
Just as light is consumed into a black hole,
You are the event horizon, from which, I will never escape.
(2014)
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