Something about your glance
Sent a hundred love letters—
I responded heart and soul
A hundred more replies requited.
How coupled eyes regarded a thousand things,
Touching before the reach, the lean and link—
We reflected a shadowless union
Across an unsophisticated lovers’ landscape.
Everything else held suspended,
All other storylines stopped—
Together composing a private duet
Of endless seduction, a million visuals and vibrations.