i fall in love with the intensity of his eyes
to colored shirt
i break upon the receptivity of his expressions
see through eyes
he falters and whispers? forward when we speak again in passing
gone is the flash and momentum of lines, hooks and suave
leaving unguarded his casual dress in mortality and impermanence
the smile comes from a place of yes
the skin has grooved along the lines of
happiness and sorrow that have saddened and sweetened the soul
surrendering to love at first sight;
seeing the bud bloom at high speed
at this age, i bow my face into his fragrance
breathe in and hold onto nothing.
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