UNDISTILLED

"UNSTILLED"

I have no idea,

how to understand, or begin to process, these emotions,

where you seem to have taken up

residency.

No one predicts "this things";

cliche, but true.

I would have no idea,

what I would or should say,

if I were asked "how" I

would characterize 

this connection;

(these feelings).

No desire for illusions,

in fairness, I don't kid myself,

or even have the energy

to dilute the chemical

of truth.

What this may mean,

or may not mean,

as each day lends itself

effortlessly, to the next,

I don't, won't analyze;

not microscopically anyway.

My intuition smiles,

at a myriad of connection, like constellations,

in the night sky.

Lighting up, like a switchboard,

or a neon sign on Football Friday Nights.

It's electric, magnetic, and

send my feet passionately onward;

set my mind "just right"

Just curious enough,

to keep on following the very crumbs

you leave

for me to follow

Maybe the hunting is the excitement;

or, maybe it's the imagination cooking up

potential tangible mutual-take-aways

from all that's gone unsaid.