Infinitesimal reticent ripples
on a pearl pond:
a drop of liquid love
instigates kaleidoscopic motion,
life becomes a universal nerve,
emotions a compelling verve;
I must know whence you are,
before settings change
undoing everything my hope
neatly compartmentalizes in virtual sequence
as were it methodically constructed nonsense;
yet...
just feeling you near
becomes unfathomable ecstasy:
incomprehensible, indefensible;
where is the escape hatch?
what is the emergency number?
when did this happen?
why me? why me?
could someone bring me a sensual first aide kit
in case my heart breaks and makes a mess of it?