some prologue this is shaping
up to be! in these little moments
we have together - the ones that
run like fauns - i think of your
lips when i told you my hat
matched the colour of your eyes.
your dimples - a tea time topic -
shone and i realised this is what
we are: a mosaic of arm taps
and doorway leans and cross
-room glances and blushes and
crushes and rushes of blood
to the head. little less than
touching but so much more than
middle names. me & you are
kismet.