Natural transference

There is a moment as all things meet,  
an incomplete memory, instinct,  
a loss that becomes found  
before it can be forgotten again.  

A shadow behind each shadow  
with knowledge of being together  
an infinite iteration of the familiar.
We can slip between these definitions,
draw energy across the connections.  
 
I saw my reflection enter your eyes,  
my body shifted between separations
a gentle tremor beneath each touch.  
My lips fit the socket of your neck,  
the stubble on my cheek reaches out
to find the pores of your skin.  
 
All drawing on each others moments,  
even the blue-flower patches on your jeans  
had a memory that traveled inside the weave.  
 
There is a moment as all things meet,  
instinct, when all things complete  
a loss that becomes found, bound  
before the void closes again.