It's a shape
in you. It's Japanese lines,
a Sephiroth, I mused.
A circulated triangle...something meaningful.
She went on.

I was focused, determined
I stared discerning at the dawn.
Her lips bloomed, and effortless
exercised the air.
My thoughts were gone.

Ripe with moving,
myself was stirred.
With quiet I knew
that the shape was her.

But it bears repeating: