Little shivers down the spine tingle
sacrum arousing shaky senses,
as heated veins convey rampant tides
of blood through flustered vessels
sparking rare incendiary perceptions,
of aliveness, igniting nerves, violin chords
vibrating to reverberate idiosyncrasies,
delusional sensations, merely grounded
on glances, unconscious nascent fancy
triggering electric reactions, exuding vibes
pervading atmosphere, plenishing the crowded
space, empty to my irruptive selective blindness,
for misted eyes only gaze at he who captured
my attention, perhaps a crafty master
of silent antiphonies I dream to notice,
my shackled awareness possessed
when enigmatically drawn to a stranger,
my like, swiftly craving closeness desiring
introduction by a name, an overt prelude
disclosing the substance of future Acts.
Keen to heed the hypnotic chronicles
of his escapades, smiling to shenanigans
for every word, fused gold blends inside
the incandescent plasma incessantly flowing,
violently clogging my ears with echoes
of my own heartbeat, fortuitous touch,
intentional accident escalating frissons
creeping upwards to the neck behind
auricles, as eyes fixate on sclera detecting
thin curvy capillaries in the midst of white
round marbles hosting irises of intensity,
watching pupils reciprocally dilate, felt,
distractedly diverting regard to full lips,
trying to camouflage perspiring attraction,
goose pimples as his voice bewitchingly
becomes my rhythm, his stare solar radiation,
invisible microwaves glaring the map
of the cosmos within me, dizziness overcomes
inebriated by a wine undrunk, bated breath
as he leans forwards and into me
sealing the encounter with a delicate kiss
to which I will become instantly addicted.
[Featured painting: The Kiss by Francesco Hayez, 1859]