the meeting

a meet-cute!

standing there

she was stark raven

against white walls

at wayne's exhibit hall.

midnight she was

from head to toe,

while slender legs

in canvas high-tops

contrasted her look.

demure she was

among the arts,

with ebony hair

cascading about

in a tumble of curls,

as smiling eyes,

high modeled cheeks

and defined lips

shaped a look

of measured mystery.

so who is this woman?

this woman in black?

this midnight mystery?

this raven beauty

walking about

to see

and be seen?

resolved i was,

lest the moment be lost

to meet this mystery

face to face!

heartened i was

to sense her game,

snap a shot

and know her name.

but wait---

what's happening there?

oh no, my sister dear,

upon my words,

has dared to act

and caught your arm

to bring you here!

aghast i am

at this bold move

'to take in tow'

is none too smooth---

and yet,

for an instant,

for a moment in time

together we are,

by a touch of your hand

and shared words

i hear you tell

your name is michelle.