Harbingers and Heralds
There is a warning that comes before
The moment when a
smile lights up your face.
The touch, of a lover’s hand portending
In that long
breath ahead of an embrace,
An electric harbinger of sweetness coming,
A neuro-chemical
nudge in the tangled space,
Among the billion neurons where the mind,
Whispers, roars,
and rushes on apace;
In the dark behind the eyes, the soul knows,
Whether by
instinct, intuition or wild guesses
When something’s coming down the pike.
Heart tightens as
the mind presses
Strings of emotion, playing like a fiddle,
In the deep places
in the dark recesses
Where we gauge the imminently approaching
Moment we expected
as it softly coalesces.
Then there's that smile...
Then there's that smile...
© 2018 by Tom King
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