Gobsmacked

A poem

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Atoms of kindness
stormed from her eyes,
the air around her
liquid with promise
of fortunes and romance
and small talk with tea
and children and puppies
and attics with secrets.
She moved like a cat
with unthinking grace.
Her speech carried scents
of the sky in the morning,
whispering truths
fed honey and light.
Her touch brought chills
of knowing and hunger
leaving brightness
and longing
when taken away.
She laughed
at my shyness
like rain in the desert.
Her freckles were
abstract paintings of joy.
She took my hand
and we walked
quietly together,
assessing the status
of days up ahead
where magic awaited
for us to perform.