27 June 2006
Outside the rain was falling in the darkness.
The ghost in the machine had found a voice,
and it was the whisper of a transparent ghost,
lost in the thunder outside the church
whose stained glass windows flashed lightning
and illuminated your face
between the holy water and the pews,
while I babbled some irrelevancy
as you smiled, staring into my eyes,
and in that moment the entirety of our youth
was somehow summarized, made into a metaphor,
a philosophical non-question, Zen,
or just the explosive hormones of lust
discovered inside the unlocked doors
of Incarnation Catholic Church.
Either way, the moment is remembered
as a sort of turning point.
© 2006, Satya J. Gabriel