Honeysuckle Midnight Rose

Our hands touch,

in a crowded room.

A soft and fleeting encounter

of two passing strangers.

Electric…

washes over me,

Stopping me in my tracks.

In sync,

our heads turn,

and eyes meet.

An instant connection,

reflection of my divine

Self.

Caught up

in your stare,

a look that warms

like the midday sun.

Time stood still

for you and I

in what feels like a moment,

of forever,

enveloped

in a liquid love.

The music plays for only us.

And the crowd parts

so that I can move closer,

to you,

to my desire

to love.

You held a glass of Chardonnay,

as I was held

and captivated

by your scent

of honeysuckle midnight rose.

Exquisitely sweet.

Like the rarest of chocolates

melting on your tongue.

I extend my hand

to which yours unites.

Fingertips touch,

moving slowly towards embracing palms

where two souls greet.

Then lips part

to smile and say,

“hello.