The Visitor
A thought is as vivid as an act, to a lover.
A moment of hesitation,
when a hand is lifted to push hair
out of the eyes, or cup a chin.
A moment of hesitation,
when two bodies almost touch and
then pause for an instant.
A breath held in anticipation.
A breath held because we want to be
sure.
Later — there will be other thoughts and
sensations that are as
vivid as acts,
but this one is fresh, it has just happened.
This one cuts like an edge into the present,
and it is the one that matters.
The one that will last.
_____ AKSHR
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