WHEN SHE WALKS BY

WHEN SHE WALKS BY

When she is near
a heated mist envelops from above
on a cold winter night
soothing sprinkles warmed by
twilight's end.

When she approaches
a yearning bursts from within
to summit atop peaks; standing
without drain
freshly released.

When she walks by
swells of need pound; a pushing in-rolling tide
under winks of fading summer lights
smoothing sandy imprints; affixed by
visions of kisses, no longer estranged.

Oh! When she walks by
on a leeward breath in she rides
on her fragrance taken in
moving round corners behind the heart
traveling just out of a thought's range
passing through irises whole
to rest opposite of reason.

Ah! When she walks
she's attended by
a catch of breath
a pulse that quickens
a thirst which envelops
a weakness that kneads
bombardments of overwhelming;

this...when she walks by.