I
You catch me off guard when my mind is elsewhere. (Isn't it always elsewhere?) And just that single second in time thrills me. Then as the heat settles into a deep red crush, I fan my face. The moment is complete and we move on to the rest of the day.

II
Silence. Verbally non-adroit. My fingers bleed with words my tongue cannot form. I communcate in other ways. Expressing joy, I revel in a heightened sense of touch, smell, taste, the sight of you.