Alchemy

If souls had professions, then
we were once Alchemists.
The proof pours
straight from our hearts
out of our fingertips
in fluid streams of gold.

If hearts are magnets, then
we are each others
True North.
The proof is in our compasses;
for when one feels lost
the other guides the way
home.

If eyes are windows, then
I see life
when I look into you.
The proof is in the way you look
back at me;
with longing
& simultaneous patience.
The brightness of your eyes
is enough to blind.

If we come from kings, then
you are of Midas.
The proof is in each freckle
left upon my skin
as a map of where
your fingertips have been.
At your every touch
I am set aglow.


c.marie