Please stand off to the side a bit
So that I may recover my senses
Which have been so unfailingly buffeted
By all that radiates from you.
Pull the corners of your mouth down
And allow me to catch my breath again
From the onslaught of your smile.
Roll your hands in white gauze
And cover your tanned shoulders
So that my heart may beat steadily
Free of the electric pulse of your touch.
Pull back your hair
And stand far from me
So that I may meditate
Without your essence filling my soul.
And though I have longed to kiss you
I doubt my being could bear
The kindness of your heart
Poured onto me.
Cease the ease of your laughter
So that mere music
May once again
Regain it’s allure.
Oh, please ignore this.
For nothing fills me like you –
Nothing sates my appetites for beauty and art
And love and passion and hope
Like three small moments
Held within your presence.