He remains an enigma to my Soul,
breathing fire into my life
and spirit into my dreams,
while the anticipation of meeting
his glance overcomes my body and mind.
He breaks through the gray interior
of my life
with the radiance of the dawn.
with the precision of a laser.
with the gentleness of a first kiss.
He knows not what his effect is upon me.
I meet a clumsy smile and an awkward glance
with a sigh and a gasp as a blush is
cast over my body.
He has no knowledge of what stirs
behind these walls. . .
longing. . .
like a babe separated from his mother.
questioning. . .
a mind racing faster that the wit of Socrates.
doubting. . .
making Descartes look like an inquisitive school girl.
He was the reason that set my heart’s
wicked dissection in motion,
commencing with my first glimpse
of his form, the day when I looked
deeply into his eyes and my heart
fled to the sanctuary of its new keeper.
He has been, since that very day,
for my thoughts drift behind him
like a specter hovering close to
the Earth keeping him off of
harms’ path as he makes his
way through each day.
11/9/93 for MES