short, disabused and yet lost -
this person that fills my night with quandaries
a series of complexly sophisticated emotions
that exist superficially, yet subsist preternaturally
traveling from day to week, and then again to months
disabused by relativity, appearing quite shortly
and yet diffusing a presence whose longevity
can be measured throughout an eternity.

I held a momentary uncertainty in my arms
strew the seeds of uncanny connectivity in the fields
of a farm that spanned the phalanges of my index
a compass pointing directly at her heart - or
the exterior walls that defined its confines.
there, in that place, a warmth emanated -
only to dissipate all around; a rose on infertile grounds.

if only I could hold it, stop it from spilling all over
if only I could tell whether I cared about it