he asked me
with a glowing smile
in his deep sea beautiful
persian voice
“Do you intend to write a poem
about me?”
our meeting
this happy accident
grace given by the gods of airline seating
immediate friendship
intellectual conversation about the nature of being and loving
we ignore the lightning in the clouds
warm skin
we lean in to touch
i blushed into my bourbon glass
and whispered
“You became a poem the moment I first looked into your eyes…”