When you have a wonderful imagination and you touch the person you love.
My blood boiled,
a part of me had a flash,
a brief caressing kiss of future death,
a memory of been thrown out an airlock on a trading starship.
It felt like that at first, my eyes turning fish white and blind,
my breath retreating into my lungs,
trying to hide from the inevitable.
That second before I touched you,
like soft snow falling on a winter's dawn in a deep primordial forest.
I touched as if reverence,
almost begging for something,
The very planets orbits ceased their rotation,
the birds slowed and froze in the morning sky,
the ocean waves unfurled and silently waited.
And as my fingers touched your skin,
like a sail catching the wind,
a sudden clap.
fevered dreams exploding into electrically charged particles that arced and crackled through every cell,
lives after and before…
"Fuck it, Did you have to rub your feet on the carpet, that dam well hurt. "
Photo and Words By Paul Watson.