I stand here smitten
Paralyzed...
The gaze of her eyes
As she looks past me
Stops the world with me
With me

I sit here smitten
Held...
Her lips--a curve, a curve
A curve expertly embellished
The hand of God--
His arm has not been shortened

I lie here smitten
Breathless...
My heart steps aside
Politely so unbeating
I will not close my eyes
I will not close my eyes

I dream


...or do I?