When We Embrace

by ddavidd   Oct 28, 2022


Every time we embrace
we inbreathe each other,
we plug in,
we entrust a little bit more of ourselves,
like an assent, a praise, a little gift
to one another,

something to flavour,
a mouthful breath of garden,
melted snow man
of dispiritedness,

something like a fever,
an incalescent yearn for mutual warmth,
for the ultimate togetherness,

something from another
monarchy of being "me",
a bowl of chicken soup,
a warm relish of cozy hearts,
a peep
in the keyhole
to the diorama of passion,
a creek's glance
into the diorama of deep ocean
in an alluring aquarium.

Every time we embrace
something in us digs deep in the other,
to unearth the ages’ dirt
piled upon our sempiternal sodality,

something higher than you or me,
something that makes us, we,
intimate,
dark hot-chocolate
in a white wintery mug,
the felicity of Christmas!

something fathomless, rooted in our chests,
looking for an inward latchkey,
zeroing in on
the emancipation of our hearts,
from the ice iron chest of pragmatism,

something left behind
in childhood.

something
inconclusive,
a piquancy, a feeling, so familiar yet elusive,
like when spring, hatches in a bloom,
the immurement that sets free,

the clicking sound of key
when four wings intersect in a thorax
like a blooming scintilla
inside a chrysalis.

Every time we embrace,
the universe contracts,
till the detached "two" between us
are again “one” and attached,

Us!
The brims of a lesion!
arms reaching out through the bars!
the Creation of Adam!
fingers connecting passion and reluctance!

Stalagmites and stalactites!
The hopeless perpetual longing and elongating,
melting and annealing,
to patch the gap of separation,
to erase the liquescing space,

Us!
The ulceration of now
in the flesh of spaceless feelings,
the suppuration of separation
out of the skin of time,
on the ghazals of Hafez
on the Sistine Chapel Ceiling,
the Choral Symphony,
Ode to Joy!

Every time we embrace,
time pauses,
love
goes on
healing.

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