an ode to infatuation instantante...
miracles, pale in comparison
to the potent mirages rippling
intangibly from her lush eyelashes.
soul, shines like dazzling starfire
inside those glistening eyes. To stare, anticipating
just one meaningful glimpse into the
depths of those bewitching jewels,
seems logical, natural.
praying for divine intercession
to bend the the inner light
barely contained, so that the
flitting about as butterflies do may
be transmuted, just for a moment,
into a searing alchemy of glances,
certain to induce infatuation, and then,
hop and skip blithely, madly past,
headlong into pure, devoted