"the extraordinary irradiance of her grace"

found this in an old notebook, circa may 2009:


i remember the first time i saw her naked, how inarticulate i felt, like eros was shoving trapezoids down my throat.  i remember the sudden quieting of "the bridge of sighs" i imagined installed in my heart.  i remember a couple of months ago quickly turning my face so she wdn't notice me staring at her.