the first time
i saw his face
was
a moment suspended
within the milk of a star lit morning
deep beneath
layers of winter
my tightly cut
snow glistening
wool coat and garbo scarf
glided through quarter notes
on the moving street
he turned to face me directly
as i came closer
his eyes forgot everything but mine
one look
and i knew
that i’d been going about it all wrong
i raised my brow
with a sultry smile
and said
good morning
in such a way
that made him want to hear it
spoken
just like that
into his ear
as he entered me
for centuries