i couldn't tell you before but i can so tell you now: the stars reflecting off your wide eyes, dazzling, dancing glimmer. Several fleeting glimpses from your pupils to your amethyst rose bramble dress causing clouds to move. Such a radiance swirling the heavens caused the thunder of my heartbeat to monsoon, only your bouquet of jewelry keeping the stars aligned. Lipstick pursed to a chilled carafe, a ravine of Cognac runs through the perplexing thicket of your incandescent smile, my mouth a woodswoman building a cottage there.