Love letter # 365

Subtly. Nearly undetected. You touched me thus.

Shiver on the surface of skin. Perfume in the air. The texture of longing. A brief sense of falling. Tightening. Like a breath suspended.

In the orbit of desire I circle. In your wake I have trembled, close to undone.

Have I imagined your attention, falling on me softly, or shall I move now through the space between us as if you, bright light, were my star?