I could not linger 
To gaze into his eyes
For fear of the holy moment.

He held me  there
Cigarette dangling in hand
My face cupped by the other.

A fountain of wishes lay before 
Brilliant and golden
Splashing luminescence, slate pre-autumn sky.

Trickling memories upon flushing cheeks.
Binding together
Years of unrequited desire.

Want. 
Lust. 
Want. 
This?

Moment: holiest of holy
Manifest in time
Gazing, I linger.

Christina Julianna
Montreal, August 13th, 2009.