something...
some match-making spirit in the wind
brushed his chin
with intimate persistence;
fleeting fingers of flirtation
determined to disrupt
and command his full attention
presently focused on the day ahead

his eyes responded
with predestined precision
finding hers
in a tacit turn of time and fate,
a second more
or less
would've been too late

and he would've missed
his soul's companion
with summer in her eyes
and tropical springs in her gait

she paused
and flashed the smile
of his amazonian dreams
as if she knew
the fusion of two passing melodies
into one seductive symphony
had begun

and his winters would never be the same again...

~ P (Pablo)