The Pheromone of Coming Home

 The Pheromone of Coming Home

There is a piece of you in me now that I know will never leave me

Where ever I go this blessing will permeate

Like an aroma of fated touch slipped beneath my skin

Like a glossed note upon an air conditioned frosted window pane written

With your finger tip imprinting upon the change in temperature

Yet even as the morning breaks and the heat transfers

Through the glass to a more equitable distribution

Of Kelvin and Fahrenheit the coding of your record there

Would functionally exist like a backdrop to every subsequent

Sunrise to how I will look out upon these days raising

Up from the nadirs of blanket charcoal midnights to the

Pierced segmentation of daybreak recollecting your difference

In my life here streaked in digit sway in an alphabet of J’s and L’s

Scripted and sent that your scribe has subscribed to my memories

In daily doses of what matters in the moments of refraction

Of that warmth through the glass and bending me over in the grace of God

That you are here with me, holding in firmness this bond

Knowing it is not transient, it is not flittering on a light beam

In star-dusted brushes off the shoulder of God’s accidental collisions

Across the maps of this Earth, but somewhere deeper in the

Construction of how each of us was made. 

This is a blue print of pheromones coming home cresting in waves of olfactory recognition

With synapses celebrating the leaps of these impossible canyons of cerebellum

Membranes connecting across inherent bonding of a pairing of humans

Like indigo instructions of the way things could have been and will be in an adjoining

I feel this covenant in daily reaffirmed choice with you, to choose your hand in the

Ocean of these emotions; I will be the boat and you will be the oars

Steady, faithful and loyal to you like a vessel for your dreams to carry

Across these horizons and kiss sunsets goodnight into peaceful slumbers

Fervent, emotive, the blue blinking butterfly with green eyes rowing

Moving us in zest your hand in mine and your chest filling these sails with each breath

A zeal upon these days to maneuver these pelagic pathways balanced in the bow

Connecting in a window pane, two hemispheres of a cerebrum connected

In a counter weight of memories in the making, I feel the kindle of your imprint

And the blueprint of God’s design and I say without reservation that

I love you.  I love you in a profound way beyond the sway of the zephyr or the maelstrom

The horizon’s change in colors as the prism rotates the spectrum of these hours

I love you for who you are as you and who are for me.  I love you.