Small Pills

Through moving bodies
I have no need to justify
why I slip between light
and the hours that slip
between my fingers
like the small pills
that fall into our throats
and lift our spirits
so high that our hands
are grabbing  the stars
and make the smooth vibration
a warm arm 
around my shoulder
nothing can ever question
the authenticity of this moment
even as it is lost
in a million other moments
that have gone before it
or the eyes of beautiful friends
I still yet have to meet
I never want to lose this feeling
as the rain
washes the sweat
off of my opened mind.