My Night Gale

I was confronting my own postulations

When he came and dug me out of nowhere,

Getting me floored with his sonorous expressions

My life seemed to whirl round his thoughts my heart

Seemed to be filled with his dimples, shooting me with

A sparkle right on my doorstep, spoiling me by conscious

Uncoupling, becoming my tune in every whistle, dusting me

With his musings, becoming my aroma of intrigue, the color of

My hair, I thought I would be preoccupied like him when he prefers

To fight shy of me, but what do I do when my grey matter is engrossed

With his prominence whether I am working in the galley or moon bathing