Somehow the thought of you . . .
Rushed in with a swiftness that knocked me to my knees,
praying for a release quick in coming
Somehow the look from you . . .
Is a spark that quickly quietly - ignites,
a hot match tossed onto dry underbrush
Somehow the heart of you . . .
Peeked out one sunset,
Between the bites of peach cobbler and sips of mimosa
It lingered just long enough,
To cause my soul to sigh