Once More

Time and time and

more time:

that moment with you

was purely and

exclusively just what it was:

an invitation, a direction,

a point of view, a pointing toward:

together, we stuck to the

starlight, poked ourselves

into the airy world,

because I had just become

jittery and began to doubt

what I plainly, clearly,

without interruption, unmediatedly

experienced:

that you,

brushed against me.