poem: 47 Christs

A chance meeting
A peripheral vision becomes
Connection
Souls’ windows open
Allowing both of us a glimpse inside
Vulnerable you see me
I feel your spirit as well
Like recognising like
As two cosmic beings dwelling
In earthly shells
We breathe the same air
I breathe you in
Notice the texture and the markings
On your skin
A testament
Of places and people you’ve been
I entrust my essence to your
Capable craftsman’s hands
We give
Our tokens to each other
A mix of art and magick and grace
Your face revealed
I love your smile
The easy way you draw me near
And the way our friendship grows
Like tangled roses on a vine
Wildly free
Journeying together.