Tonight I told you,
attempted to communicate,
what I see when I look at this world.
Arbitrariness, deception
destruction and meaninglessness
obscured by a near universal
profound disillusionment.
You listened,
you shared,
because
you care.
You see an ocean in people,
and all of these people in an ocean.
I did not argue.
We both have valid interpretations
brought about through
(mostly)
reasonable lines of inquiry.
We are just opposite sides of the spectrum;
a rainbow juxtaposed next to a sea of grey.
So where is the middle ground?
It is that spot on my chest where
your head rests as you listen to my heart beat.
It is in the delicate movement of
our fingers as they slowly trace each other.
It is in those moments when
our eyes close,
lips meet,
and the world around us
dissolves
and collects
within us:
orchestrating our movements,
binding us together
in a moment of
syzygistic agreement of a flawless unity
amidst the
swirling cacophony
of affairs
that make up
our world.
We can create
Anything we want