hello dear sorcery

This is the kind of thing that happens when a guy with a fertile imagination sees a beautiful woman who takes his breath away.

the thin, dark strands of her hair

caught the vibrant prism that splashed colorfully

through a stained glass window

and across the smooth black sheen of tendrils

which protectively held her shoulders in high regard

 

all I could do was meditate through the lovely buzz

consuming me as I watched, ached, and flung myself

into her sorcery; a bewitched man is no better

than a playful pup

 

quiet as a snowflake kissing earth outside

seismic waves pounding fiercely inside

I've got this poker face on

nearly bursting with a royal flush

 

delicate brush strokes lap at her canvas

as I; painter of great treasures

immerse myself in a soulful abstraction

capturing the smooth borders of a dream

in the elegant posture of a twilight waltz

 

if I hold my breath I can nearly hear her sing

through celestial lights dancing in her eyes

if I breathe in deeply I can nearly swim  

in the scent of early morning cattleya orchids

reaching for the sun

 

as this runaway crescendo

reaches summits unknown

I buckle up and say hello