She asked my name, a mellifluous rhyme,
Her gaze was numinous, wrapped in time.
She turned to a page, with lissome grace,
A seraphic calm by her incandescent face.
Opaline eyes, with resonance of vellichor,
Callipygian beauty, liminal at the core.
She deemed solivagant, a spark of eunoia,
Moving with halcyon, a breath of anemoia.
Encased in satin silk like amaranthine fey,
Whispers of zephyrine in a susurrus way.
Her smile was lucent, a peregrine sight,
Porcelain skin glowing in isabelline light.
A lueur of warmth, like dawn's aubade,
Noctilucent thoughts in a sylvian cascade.
Left the interview, awash in hiraeth's sea,
A stanza of aureate fire engraved on me.