Telepathic nurturance

you will never forget the sections of time, after peeling away the skin, exposing the fruit of your love for each other, the commonwealth of intelligence, sense of adventure, small fears that pestered both of you, calls to action, desire to work, views into regulatory systems of origin, a black tennis ball hurled through space in existential joy loop, something sent it back your way with a signature you were not expecting, where there is a corner of a sphere, the impossible combination of fans blowing and bright lights reflecting up around that small flat bottom boat that was built to carry your imagination foward into seasonal canals behind your suburban lot, nails tagging each projected whalebone vascillation to cork up, bob down, steep four minutes, blanket the rails, hollow out another squash, wear it on your breast, pant like a dog, laugh with each motion in your boyish ribs being helped up onto seat of blazing carnival ride, dare you look down there will be a mysterious capability lost, let out to pasture, during and after the snowstorm, your bed gives way to dream and pale factors, driven into columns by your fingertips to make sure the balence is correct, the obvious muse sits legs crossed and chin resting in hand, waiting for your beam of light to cement this world to his, wondering how it will all come to pass.