It’s complicated

I would choose the most circuitous route to your heart.

Not just for the journey, but for the extended exposure to your radiant smile.

My awareness lacks omnipresence.

I meander forth with a fretted edge

of hopeless certainty and untethered ambiguity.

There is no absence of thought,

there is only immersive connectivity

that leads ever forward,

into the trail of contemplative respect,

that is my heart,

loving you.