at first glance nothing stirred up some dampened spark some
leftover scent and my mouth was dry and I, pushed to the limit
as my eyes drank in
your allure
and
and
nothing, I couldn't speak
now anticipation is my sole toxin
and hope alerts me
to everything that's wrong with me
I can't make sense of it
you have no idea how perfect you are
over all the other empty plastic toys
and I know that
when opportunity knocks
with you in my hands
again
I will beckon it.