You make me feel like I'm in outer space;
Ready to touch a star or the moon's face.
Oblivious to quite a heap of fears,
You hold me so close— a heartbeat too near.
Moment moves perfect, whirling swirling dance;
Eyes tell of no hint: gush, null, love perchance?
Until Gut kicked one happy rejoinder,
Nothing more to it. Alas! I am sober.
Eunice 10.23.10