Nuzzling
The windows flew right open. Well -
Your spirit hurtled towards them like a
Rogue bludger and smashed them all to pieces.
And the shards rearranged themselves on the ground,
Clinking and rustling like sharp spiky
Autumn leaves. And I flew over them,
Just my spirit, my body was
Nowhere to be found. And I hovered there,
And I saw the word they had made,
And I saw that it was good.
In the reflection of one particular shard -
A movement. And silhouetted in the door frame
There you are.
There you always are.
You whistle my spirit over.
Sighing, I fly back in through my left nostril,
Take a deep breath,
And shake it out, limbs loose and legless.
How could I have abandoned my body so easily?
Without body is without touch and here
You are.
And I nuzzle right into you.
And I know there and then that
Any time not spent in your arms is
Time wasted.