tu quoque.

the seed of hope is now in my very veins.  they tug at the muscles, flex, stretch, relax,  laugh, smile, sing

and suddenly

suddenly fingers twitch closer suddenly my head turns to laughter suddenly my eyes search for you

and suddenly i know my answer before you even asked. 

maybe then i’d get to know, to know the word more than love, to know each wrinkles and crease each fold and bend and hill and valley  of our own very souls that become one.

though it will never be enough i’ll let myself consume more than i can to fill the heart’s hungry question even until it drowns my being with the idea we cannot even fathom. 

but it will still stays a what if,  a question can wither and fade, but i refuse to let myself forget,