The Glance

A glance, and I am smitten
turgid and yet molten at once
my heart, my soul
it skews to you
a sweet slippery slope of romance.

Your delicate mouth so supple
wanton for the dew that drips from your lips
waylaid by your eyes .. a glance, I am lost
whispered muses echoing within my soul
resonating and lingering deeply.



CS