Our frisson
Our beating hearts
An inaudible chant
A fantasy drawn
in starlight
And our scent
glistening on the
curve of your lips
You moan
my name
The breaths we take
As I take
what I want
all night long
Perfectly imperfect
your form
shop soiled by life
Yet you made me
freeze mid-step
Though I only
got a glimpse
of your soulful eyes
I stopped
captivated by your smile
a writer at a loss for words
I watched helplessly
as you sauntered by
Thank heaven you stopped
I miss you
when you’re busy with life
I wonder where you go
as you tuck away
the pleasures
I bring in humble offering
So I sit and wait
learning to be patient
yet eager for your presence
