The Missing Link

I see you there,

open to possibilities,

embracing with wild abandon

whatever Destiny would bring your way this day,

courage marking your  alabaster brow.

I am curious.

I lean in,

seeking the answer in your lines,

connecting your dots to determine

the sum of your bravado.

Too close, I am seared by your breathy dust.

I know it clings to my skin

but I let it be;

perhaps your pollen

will meld and morph my DNA,

alter my ego,

help me to forge

that missing link between

what I am

and what I was born to be…