There is always much more.

In each combination
a savoring nuance blended from that moment's ingredients 
Do you hear that...  that unknown laugh?
It makes me smile.
Who is that?
Even in the mundane, methodical rhythm of talking
we stumble
on the euphoria
of an additional smile
an amalgamation of chemical strokes and spiritual caresses
as if we should have been here all along. 
There seems to be more, always.
More to know, feel, grasp, share...

God is such a flirt.