Secretive touch of velvet soulsong,
accompanies the meeting of our eyes.
Song which draws me to distant, fragrant lands,
Smokey-eyed women weaving magic with smiles.
Soft as a touch from a butterfly wing,
I recognise this, I know your heart.
Poignant with memories, and half remembered things.
And scented with smiles, and bittersweet laughs.
All this contained in the infinity of your gaze,
And then you smiled, and looked away.