when power turned to sunlight

for a fleeting moment

the way I've been beguiled by you is something no tender tale has never known .

a sweet cliche I hold dear in this fleeting moment.

a glance, a touch, a lingering scent leaves me longing for your eyes again.

if removed from this realm, I'd smite this stir of self and capture your smitten surface as treasure.

i'd take laps tenfold around our sun to spring that reality.

perchance it's written for this to be more than just a passing by.

methinks it's best to reminisce when breath is soft and sleep is nigh.