little comfortable shocks

is it a bad thing
that I think about you
twenty-four seven?
tracing again and again
that arc of electricity
that jumps
between us
in little comfortable shocks
of recognition
of a kindred soul
newly discovered

I'm struggling to find
my footing
impossibly hard
as my feet are so often
swept
by a word or phrase
we both share
unknowingly

like serendipity
you are the happiest
accident of discovery
in a long while
and I am reluctant
to let you go
at the end of each day

living for the next
surprisingly perfect reply
tomorrow.

Don McGonigal
January 2006