A Hardy How Do You Do

A Hardy How-Do-You-Do

An introduction becomes joyous
with a hardy how-do-you-do.
Her name is Dana and mine is Lee.
I am on a high-quality experience level
of the type one imagines beyond reach.
Perhaps she mistakes me for someone else:
a fellow more deserving of this thrill.
The stuff of my days is more of a routine
not conducive towards sudden ecstasy.
All I can do is participate humbly,
feeling the comfort of her touch
as her two hands grip securely my one:
assuring me this is not a dream.