First Kiss

Ah the creative energies of a college computer lab...

She speaks in a soft voice, chanting, whispering really,
As she dances in slow motion, every movement an eternity
Every ecstatic breath an aeon, a new universe created,
Every virgin blush the rite of spring renewed.
She wonders, every thought a new epiphany,
Every sound a raging waterfall, the Voice of God,
The dawn to a million, shifting galaxies.
She opens her lips to smile, every tooth a glowing Angel,
Every folded dimple a temple, a divine song,
A new world order being born.
She leans in, every inch a colossal monument,
Every motion a sweet ballet, a breathtaking sonata,
Bringing her closer, ever so gradually, ever so excrutiatingly slowly,
To a final, thunderous meeting of imperfections,
Striving to be complete.