If you are Paterson’s curse, vivid yet misunderstood, then I will buzz happily as your honeybee of empathy, with regular visits for your nectar kisses.
Orienting ourselves through this park has shifted us from its rocky orient to this lush occident and I think it is no accident that this spot is where attraction is growing.
Drawn to your face’s glow, nearness heals like heliotherapy the aching emptiness that afflicted me before there was you.
Anticipation of touch has pitters pattering. Then, heart librates into passionate peace as it finds itself blessed with a connection most sincere. : )