By z
Date: 11 June 1998

The Moon Eye

Walking home with you, I distinctly recall a feeling that I always get, a very 
familiar feeling.  I feel it every time your arm lingers around my waist
as we walk.  The feeling when you look at me and the smile in your eye makes my
heart skip.  Even in the not-so-innocent kiss that you drape on my lips at
the street corner.  

I can't describe the feeling.  It spreads over me, almost like a thrill, a
frisson, a rush, a warmth, a tingle, a surge... from the tips of my toes up
through my body and back again.  I love that feeling and everytime I get it, I
look to the sky.  And what I see is the moon eye winking at me.



--for j.  I think the moon eye is really winking at you.