long whistle
monotone
carrying tonal indifference
passing wind
lips pursed
blowing
saliva escaping
through a tiny slit
bending note flattens
sharply –
noticing her face through the haze
I feign disinterest
feeling entrapped
death grip
kung-fu style
G.I. Joe action figure
has nothing on her ability
to place me in a trance
staring without inhibition
watery eyes reddened
no blinking for fear
of missing a movement –
gliding across the ruble
effortlessly
I find myself engaged in conversation
with an angel
stumbling tongue
sweaty brow
palpitating heart muscle
her smile lifts me
places me in a throne of silk pillows
encourages me to take off my shoes
and enjoy the quiet of a weekend ball game
heaven –
long years pass
tattered throne no longer holding comfort
like her eyes
barefooted prancing replaced
but her love remains
for me
eternal
blessings abound
as I brush my teeth
face to face
with the luckiest man I know –