October 16, 2007

Supposed soul-gazers

She wrote:
leaning closely
upon my soul
—with her soul
dazed my eyes
that double flame


I believe, but cannot prove…
…that when I look into her eyes, I am indeed leaning with my soul — past cornea and sparkling blue iris, past lens and retina — locked in a gaze that touches a mystery that she cannot comprehend, accept to conjure words that she herself doubts the existence of.

But in the ecstasy and doubt of that sacred moment is the truth of faith. Soul. Soul. There is no other word for what we have leaned upon in each other. Unfocused, we linger and dance there, dazed by the double-flame brilliance of unexpected soul. Who would believe it? There is no proof. Down to the unique essence of all that she is.

3 comments:

vegan.mama said...

My initial reaction (which should be disregarded, since I clearly have no grasp on relationship issues): gag. My second reaction: that's really sweet and tender. I'm sticking with the second one. Yay!

Anima Sola said...

Yeah, I think it was even a gag moment for my girlfriend, who told me I need to stay off the computer for awhile....

vegan.mama said...

Well, next time you get in a tiff with her, you can always break the ice by reciting it to her in a Barry White voice...