Fascinate my fancy and dissolve me in your contemplation.
Make me liquid.
Fluid.
So that I might wax and wane like tides under your direction.
Blow your breath like life across my air thirsty skin
and dispel the solitude that thus far has left me silent, focused on the infinite.
Show me how to find you in this fleeting moment
before I return myself to myself and my own self imposed isolation.
Throw off your indifference and banish my ambivalence
until we find that one moment where we both simultaneously become fire.

Brandie Whaley