Madame-Lucy,So-delicious.

Serendipity played a role when Lucy first strolled on stage-
tasteful in her silver dress, casting moonlight
that exploded into novas as dazzling as temporary, 
and to my surprise the first form her lips shape is a kiss,
over my lips, where she pauses;
there’s this pause… 
      (this thrilling, reeling, meaningful pause, 
       where I’m seeing, hearing, feeling, full
       of just because)

When she pulls back, I follow through, suddenly gleeful, 
suddenly woozy, with her taste surging in my blood like ambrosia, 
making my heart hyperactive, and my cheeks hyper burning, 
making Lucy laugh, making me laugh, 
and there we harmonize our happiness,
in a way greater than any other souls can.

We spend the night experiencing everything 
with the exciting new variable of each other to solve,
for example: 
     (a midnight sea of stars) x (Lucy + me) = divinity(ad infintium) 
or the exponential way our hearts and minds grow
whenever we interweave, and groove the night anew.

Lucy is gone by morning, leaving only
an impression of her perfume and
in me a gnawing ache to breathe her in again.
Which I interpret as my love for Lucy, 
that grows greater with every euphoric chance encounter,
and every morning that she leaves me wanting,
this gnawing ache gnaws ever stronger.

4-11-08
M. L. Michael 

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