Quicksilver

he was humble by birth,
he didn’t know what to do.
he changed his course 
when she found him.

a notorious smile,
a 45 with 6 chambers,
a bright yellow moon,
a narrow dark alley.

he had that look in his eye.
he was counting his aces.
he reflected the light
of a thousand suns.

a tide ebbing low,
a walk through the marshes,
a calamitous turn
that no one foresaw.

she had the moon in her eyes.
she wore a little tiara.
she wasn’t surprised
when he found her.

a light on the porch,
a light from her candle,
a violin from the ether,
calling up angels.

he was building his case.
she dared him “do it”.
with an unsteady hand
he lit the big bang.

she saw steel flying past.
he jumped out the window.
she shouted his name.
it crawled in his ear.

he was humble by birth.
he didn’t know what to do.
she was quicksilver,
coming together.