My nose is now considering your nose,
The first touch is cold like a greeting from a raindrops mouth.
Our noses touch and touching create a tickling song from our lips
While our noses begin to entertain love
Now growing inside our eyes, lips, ears, tongues
and, of course, our noses hearts.
My nose, on this late night bus, is now considering your nose,
Becoming excited at the possibility of our meeting in a few short hours.
My nose is in love with your nose,
Knowing nothing but the phenomenon of smell and the fact of this love for your nose.