Wow, I just felt myself curling-up
in that slightly embarrassed,
pink-rose blossomed smile, with you.
I’m all fingers and thumbs tonight,
and my erratic mind keeps tripping-uP
over its own enthusiasm and excitement.
Sure, open the window a touch,
being able to breathe again
might help with the dizzy cartwheels
disorientating the emotional minefield
I’m traversing, full-steam, towards you.
Good, you’re back… hiya…
look, see, this warmth rhythm’s tingles,
and the Sun doesn’t quite set…
it more quivers with anticipation
upon the pulsating, burgundy horizon.