Love at First Sight

You look down. She's looking at you.
You look away. You look again.
She's still looking. Don't stare
because she's beautiful but because
you're lost in thought. Every moment counts.
The reflection of misplaced lights
reminds you of an art gallery. Don't touch,
stare. Telekinesis is all
about believing in yourself.
You may need to practise for years,
but you know you can do it. Stare,
and the incubator dials will start moving.
The pen beside the form will spin on the table.

When you reach together into her world
there's no alarm, because in that first hour
there's a glimpse of what's to come,
comforting each other with stories at bedtime,
and every night you'll wonder why,
as if knowing the cause would be a happy ending,
as if only fairytale princesses lie under glass
like this, disqualified from pain;
missing, presumed immortal.

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