Fragrant flower blooms
In the cracks of grey pavement crowds –
A passing intoxication
Luminous flare bursts
In the swell of black cinema skies –
An accidental touch
Mesmeric song ripples
In the glass of reflective train ponds –
A siren glance
Exotic spice floats
On the lips of swirling cocktail seas –
An innocent kiss
Butterfly caress flits
Across the page of white daydream script –
A love fantasy
— Wayne Visser