would you like to know the words
that come to me, upon
any visions of you?

how I caught my breath,
struck silent - or transfixed -
caught in a web woven out of
sunlight, and the way it touched your skin

you with your eyes almost closed,
face turned upwards toward the clouds
oblivious
of how your face in profile and
the line of your neck, shoulders, body, all run together
in perfect dips and angles,
perfect highlights and shadows vying for place
on your skin;

and it seemed to me then a moment still,
caught in time, a snapshot freeze-frame
of beauty
at its most unknowing and its most
serene.