An Idyllic Idiosyncrasy Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

With a finger to her lips she signaled to be silent.
A tacit statement synonymous to a secret love.
Only with eyes she spoke to abate my concerns.
Virtuous fidelity to be lauded and admired.
A commitment to solidarity in a fashionable form.
Therein a desired fabric ne'er to be torn.
A hand to support her cheek as she leans into me.
Ambiance fades to null and stretches to infinity.
The universe disappears, I focus on singularity.
Cartographers cannot aspire to chart such affinity.
An untitled symphony, residing in infamy,
Wrapped in epiphany, and divulged through hinting.
An ample amiable argot heard only by those who hear,
Seen only by those who see.
All that which is or can be,
Contained and compressed furtively.
Implicit in nature and understood by only her,
And only me.