Thoughts of you patter through

this darkened, shadowed mind

at the oddest of moments.

I was pattering away at

this slowed, aged keyboard

when you crossed my mind

You crossed it so casually,

in almost complete slow-mo

turning your dazzle of a smile at me.

I crossed myself very un-casually

in perfectly fast motion

turning my upturned lips down

The religion of wanting you

fighting against the faith of

feeling for you and your everything

The science of muscle-memory

embracing the art of

our first kiss and our last one

and colliding in my memory banks

and firing up fireworks where

none should be after the last burn.