I am
alone.
None in this town
know me.
Delighted to return the favor, I
know my body would
become native
were I to die of joy.
I cling to the hour.
(A leech, a vine, a woman besotted)
Privileges such as these
transgress my existence only
infrequently.
Wisdom Wears Neon Pyjamas 
Joy should transgress existence frequently. I hope that happens for you!
Anjali: Thank you kindly.