you stand across the room

it is filled with the din of humanity

looking back at me

knowing i need rescuing

i am not one tonight filled with small chatter

across the room she wears red

at this time i am seeing roses

at this time within i am in need

at this time i long for her touch

she reads my eyes as a falcon

on the prowl

there comes a little sign

only we two will ever know

and as a peregrine in dive

never losing concentration

i hear her wings fold behind
the subtle air soon echoes Isis

the claws with precision open wide

with lyncean eyes, the target is captured

she lifts me from the earth
whisks me away
captive of my sacred raptor

releases me from the small chatter

opening the door she slides in

i close it softly, walk around, take my seat

she pulls me to her

kisses lightly my cheek

she knows these spells

when my mind wanders parsecs away

unable to concentrate on the small chatter
while my face is often read as confusion
it is a relentless ratiocination of compression
corrupted files along neuropathways 
that swirl into a coherent sentence

shall we go have a coffee, she asks

if you don't mind i would like some

and a table just with you

would make me very happy
as i watch the enchanting lights of night
dance across her face
never was there a full moon as beautiful
lost in its' reflection as Li Bai was
he with his wine
and i, drinking in the ambrosia she is

1/30/19