There are moments that linger in the memory.
Such a moment I think is this.
She stood upon a precipice–
to fly or to fall,
and unfolded herself before me,
exposed and offered up her foetal want–
“Will you accept this?” she asked.
She stepped out into space,
and of course, I caught her as she fell,
and lifted her up into the sun
where I now know we both wanted to be.
I knew from that moment I had always loved her.
I had loved her before even setting eyes upon her.
She is an archetype shimmering in my pre-memory–
Something I knew before I could know it.