I hide a surreptitious flutter as our eyes meet and we sit and speak while a sense of equanimity settles in your air. Your fingers slide with a sense of lissome and your eyelashes lilt to the mellifluous sound of your own voice. And I? I fall more in love with you and cant help but think your birth was some perfect lagniappe straight from the heavens. The space between us seems the offing of the universe as my fingertips beg a graze. You sigh a song and your breath smells of petrichor and sempiternal scintilla. You and you alone transform this infernal region into a bucolic paradise. My heart shudders with efflorescence every time you smile and I beg for the feeling of our lips to conflate... if only you knew.