She smiles and peaks,
tattling on windowside gleanings.
Shines traces of wishful memories;
attracts hopeful gaze of believers.
I am in love with your flirtation.
Teasing photos float in the quiet
of storm lifting breeze.
You inquire, look for a temperature
of my wellbeing.
I am on to you —
pushing out that cerebral switch
previously known as “off”.