Fashionably
late.
The old and white nostalgia
descends upon my door.

Nervously- perhaps anti-
cipation draws me
like an artist struck by deja
vu- I
walk out to greet her
and

She greets me, her eyes of jade wasting little time to en-
snare me into her rhythm of beauty, yes,
her elegance is quintessential, her deep chestnut hair highlighted
with streaks of golden sunshine which further enlighten her perfection-
she is a prodigy of polished pulchritude, producing endlessly deserving praise from my lungs
which takes
my
breath-- away.

(Now
deep
inside)
and
out
=resolve

No hesitations- just
almost barely short of
air.
I open her car door and lean forwards to say (hello) with closed lips

The first kiss is a greeting,
the second,
a
fair (hiatus) well;