Puddlemancy

There's a story in the rain soaked pavement
Reaching ahead of me
Unfolding in my immediate future while I linger somewhere in my already past
I see my reflection merge with your reflection
And
For a moment neither the sun, the stars, or the moon can eclipse our union with their light
Because
Somehow we found each other in the darkness
I first learned the taste of your soul in the utter absence of any but your light
It's fitting that those far flung celestial engines flicker out in our presence
Even the heavens know they could never compete
-EJoveJohnson

Storm Chaser

You are a tempest
Harsh words break the conventions of social contracts
And
Otherwise placid evenings erupt with the sudden fury of a tidal wave
Bearing down on our unsuspecting still life
How many times I have been caught in the crosshairs of your friendly fire
Yet
How you are the hush of fresh snow
A quiet enchantment of otherwise mundane things
Imbuing nothing less than practical magic in the simple ritual of morning coffee
You are meadows and minefields
The atomic bomb, but also, the Cana flower
Sometimes I can't tell if it's snowflakes on my eyelashes or ash
All I know is that I don't care
Because for me there is no life beyond your tightrope
I am thoroughly irrevocably blissfully steeped in the doctrine of you
And how I have come to revere as holy observance the sound of my name on your lips
-EJoveJohnson

Proximity

The intimacy of proximity

Otherwise strangers rest together softly

Momentary bedfellows on buses

Distinct lives, histories, and futures 

Collide in an infinitude of fleeting encounters 

The ephemera of their unknown 

Lingers

Her perfume in my hair 

His coat on my skin 

The accidental chiaroscuro of sunlight and clavicle exposed in unintended sleep

Captured, filtered, remembered

Anonymously

-EJoveJohnson