sometimes Fate has butterfingers (an excercise in anticipatory preemptive post-opportunity  seduction)

I met

Beauty

personified,

and

She let me in,

close.

so close.

and then,

she was gone.

gone.

She saw

in me

something other

of the Divine.

Yeah… can you believe that shit?

in me.

We touched 

minds,

and poured souls,

but i wanted more.

i wanted a taste

of what i could not have,

of what

i may never

know.

But,

I met Beauty.

and i know

i am.

Yeah!

I 

Am.
and She,
is

Glorious.