Scrolling Instagram, a post read,

‘Take me back to the first night we met’

Thinking to myself how there isn’t anyone I’d want to meet again,

You stepped through the door, walked across my mind’s stage.

Meeting me in a duvet fort, engraved with sweaty endless smiles.

Caught like a lily pad floating at the top of my throat,

Imagining what it would be like to re-experience our first scene,

Draped over the sofa,

Like the silhouette of two butterflies

Fluttering nude, laughing.

I kissed you.

I can hear the pages turning

as this half-opened book dangles through my chest,

Like a sinking weight into my heart from shoulder to shoulder.

I’ll never forget you.

© Victoria Venturella, MA, Wait a Meta, Existential Dialogues

Casanova, minas snow,

Prinophyllum,

Coral glow.

Opal luster,

Harvest moon.

Lavendula,

I’ll see you soon.

Midnight beauty,

Seven stars,

Red dazzled,

Meet me on mars.

Morning magic,

Cappuccino,

Sing me a song,

Only you know.

Ebony pearl,

Scarlet wonder,

You make my heart thump,

Is that thunder?

Silver skies,

Scintillation.

Is this a dream?

figment of my imagination?

Electric current,

Venetian chimes.

The deep gaze of your eyes.

Mi amor,

De ja vu,

It feels like I’ve always known you.

Metamorphosis,

Magnetic field,

What a gift the universe revealed.

Lamplighter,

Bluette,

Kiss me in this silhouette.

Epoch,

Buretta.

Endlessly evergreen,

Endlessly meta.

We already changed each other.

Rhododendron,

Existentia.