Luster

Artist: BEE LB

dizzy with motion, we reach for one another;
the touch is not filling, but the rush of
connection does the work. gossamer shine
fills my mouth, leaving no room for words
they wouldn’t hold anyway, and to be filled
with such beauty is something more. warmth
floods without spreading into heat and this
itself is a miracle small enough to hold
we do not rejoice, but we could; palms
upraised, hearts weeping or else wondering
what exactly has them lifted. we don’t
so much as flinch at the blinding light,
eyes shining against the act of sustaining
basking in the hold, flushed with light