singular moments

she reminds me
why i am lucky
in crowded rooms
when naked whispers
turn into echoes
and light fails
to penetrate
smoke-drenched darkness.

when i am weak,
she is the muscle behind mountains;
the sonic strength
of thunderstorms.

she reminds me
why i am lucky
when her body
erases the memory of time
and our clocks
can not be
broken