Time stills and am instantaneously
Suspended in the aura of her awesomeness
And when she stops
I plummet unobstructedly
In the unforgiving and cruel ‘space’
Of awkwardness, how I hate these drops
Of punctuated silence
But somehow good fortune makes amends
And her lips curve softly and delicately
Into a smile so radiant it’s unmistakably
So effortless and full of class
Its apparent empty talk’s grossly superfluous
In the heat of the moment
We embrace easing the physical torment.