I know, once this is over,

I will, once again, turn my face

Toward the promise of her kiss.


Buried and dormant, in darkness, locked-down,

My potentials live through her virtual presence.


Even as my orbit drifts, further, from my centre…


Even as the times seem, darker, than ever before,


She keeps me going, keeps me growing,

With the promise of her future kiss.


How could any living being, even one so far away,

Deny this pull… Resist this pull…

The irresistible pull, of the sun…?


So don’t…


Centre, grow, and turn your face upward,

And prepare,

To be kissed.


Neil Davidson

3 April 2020, Leuven