I Thought of This

I Thought Of This As I Passed In The Hallway And You Looked Up While Drying Off After Stepping Out Of Your Sunday Shower In a lover's eye one can see something, perhaps, a glint of the potent Beauty we all long to be when we giddily cast our fate to the whims Of desire, and even if we have never pranced high steeping at the front Of satisfaction's parade most of us have nevertheless stood close Enough to the drumming to reflect the shudder of sensuality coiled Within the trembling of impatient flesh awaiting the release of touch Who needs to apologize for feeling good, for opening the soul To the bliss experience, especially when we consider our hearts Observe neither stopwatch nor timetable upon tasting the sincerity Sweet of a tear or two when a special person voluntarily confesses Their resolve to attempt to be better than the frailty we all inevitably are Whenever carrying the ball of contradictions commonly called love In this briefness, we transubstantiate, visit the angelic state whose reaching We, humans, are capable of grasping but oh so seldom achieve