Oh, Tazanna. I see you.
What a sublime vision.
My mind’s eye sees your majesty.
The glorious and superb, the marvelous.
And the million other adjectives describing your presence.
I’m there reveling in it.
Swept away but immobile.
Will you notice me?
Glorious bronze sight.
My hungry mind’s fantasy.
Basking in her gaze.
Lady Luck presents a life-altering prospect.
An enticing, not so subtle invitation.
A seductive and alluring treat.
Or a delicious deception?
Like a meet-your-maker kind of wile.
I want to get wet, and I think I might drown.
Teased by lousy timing yet it keeps me invested.
My head fills with rich fantasies, more possibilities awaken.
The proverbial juices are flowing.
The world is spinning on a new axis.
But I’m open.