Wordless, you bid me bloom below
the burden of boundless wonder,
wound around wistful awe as
I smile wide and whisper how
I knew your world at first glance.
I forgot your name again,
labels shaken loose by the languid
soft slide of your shoulder
half-shrugged in sympathy as I
spun senseless, all frantic anxiety.
You're lovely:
Your hair is grey but I've never
seen someone seem younger
so suddenly, shedding decades
in a single smile.
©sweepingly
S