Once Upon A Time

The fur on a man’s wrist could make me dizzy. Now it only catches my eye for a moment just as the markings on the face of a beautiful wild cat would do.

A bit of temporary kindness could make me wink at ugly tides rolling beneath. Now I can smell the old bones and scraps of rotted canvas even under sparkling water.

A hungry touch could elicit the buzzing I kept in a deeply buried glass jar no understanding of my own could touch. Now that buzzing energy is set free, and I can turn it over in my hands with joy.

My orbit is steady.
Your gravitational pull is sure.
Even my muddy past is clear and shining as you show me the happy consequences of my own sad choices.
And we live happily ever after.