The Museum Visit


Side by side, facing the faces of old
Two gazes glance away in self awareness
To hide their masks in vain.
In the height of our sights, distant murmurs
Seep from the stone lips and busts around the Hall.
A promise of potential as tensions torment us,
We stand, steeples in silence in awe of it all.
A terror, a tremor as a gesture to move
Suddenly finds strange hands intertwined
A Tesla touch, a fiery contamination
In the folds of our coats and the layers of mind.
A secrecy born in true confirmation
Of the bond that is burning between species and kind.
My legs start to buckle, my stomach to burn
My ears the blush embers and my being to years
And so out of dread, I pull out of hold
Of that connection too electric, too hot and too bold.

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