I tipped my hand
let her see my cards
desperate for an aberrant smile
grateful for some sweet vulnerability
succumbed to her archetypal lips
my weakness for vernal cherry blossoms
imagined her ebullient hands
becoming bookends to my face
reached out too hastily
submitted to Aphrodite’s will
intoxicated by a kind heart
seduced by her palpable sincerity
this dance allured and averted my attention
suggested a perpetuity
a greedy heartbeat furthering my aliveness
this embrace of a woman's lips
a hasty celebration of vernal cherry blossoms
a fable of ebullient hands
bookending my face
Tucson, 2023