There is an entire universe of hope in a single flash of her smile.

There is a golden sultry light in her eyes,

like late afternoon in the tropics.

I am drawn to her, willy-nilly,

As she sits crossed legged on the old rattan sofa,

Propped up by large squashy cushions.

If I could just hold her in my arms.

If I could feel the warmth of her body next to mine.

Were she to breathe gentle sighs against my cheek.

If I could feel her sensuous curves.

I would be perfected. Entire.

I would inhale her glorious scent,

In that moment of completion.

All my cares would simply fall away.

If for one moment she would accept me.

I would be realized at last and made whole.