a brush with holiness

i look up and freeze at the sight that she is stunning graceful wow! what now?! stand entranced? no! start to dance eyes locked, teasing stare i must be dreaming wrong she's still there often i've dreamt of this moment in time a goddess i'd meet whose lips would meet mine whose face i could touch whose skin i could feel just to be certain that she is real i ask not for her heart (i wouldn't dare) i wish merely to thank her for being there and the gift she has bestowed upon me for your kiss, sweet angel i thank thee