first thing in the morning

she tells me she loves me as she boards the car, and hands

me a snack that satisfies. wait a moment she tells me so, and

gives a peck that warms my soul.

hybridity is a monstrosity? what about lovers that aren't the same?

or was that viewed through a tinted eye? it puts a sap in my daily eye.

alighting from where I'd began, my feet start to warm, reaching

over to take a napkin that I'd pack all along. wait a moment, now

I tell myself, while I wonder in awe in our time machine. "Soul or Body,

Body and Soul, aren't they synchronized at the beginning of time?"