Tis' U.N.T.O.U.C.H.E.D.

Fastening egresses behind whither I sojourn,

The “stand clear of the closing doors, please” in automation, crystalline

...sullying recedes till allayed, narcotized into oblivion...tis'

inebriated, the ardent spirits grogs at lushes alfrescos now,

Of chocolate aperitifs...succulent

clamorous...flamboyant, oscillations tremor nigh

infiltrating the deliquescing of besotted delirium emitting nigh my...

perception...

Tis' merely air...hence I tarried, stuck-fast at the embosoming of your

ganders...

I veered my head observing transitory bypasses settled scantly yonder

these windows though a cloistered, veracity apportions interstices of "us"

connected...Oblivion lyeth beautiful...if only...

Oblivious, lost in befuddlement, I overhear a "click-clack" stern yet subtle

nigh...imminent, portentous

"You" settle beside me...

God...you smell good...

Susceptible, I turned...

"Hi, handsome".