There you stood,
Defining the very essence of beauty…
As if posing with Apollo for Bernini.
Everything about you caused my heart to race.
Delicate, flowering grace,
Attracting every ounce of my strength,
Drawing me beyond myself,
As the sun draws the morning from a sleeping world.
Stay here, in this moment,
Gift to me just one touch.
© 2017 W. C. Stacia, Jr.