His pic

-three-quarter view –

Studies seriously something off-camera

A kind face with a few curls struggling free of product and placement

 

His profile

– Three quarter paragraphs –

Speaks simply, stirring within:

Approachable, articulate, artistic

Three reads through I say hello

 

He’s standing

Uncaring of a crowd around him, they diverge around

him

some looking to where he is staring up

Way up

They cannot fathom what he is seeing then he is seeing

Me through a crowd clearing away

 

He smiles…

 

(Handshake or Hug? Hey or Hello? Over-dressed, under-dressed OMG I could get obsessed)

 

Hug and hello, I could listen to that voice on my pillow, I can smell his hair that my fingers twitchingly want to touch

This is someone I could follow down rabbit holes

To adventures, shenanigans, still silent moments of focus

I listen and listen as he responds to my questions, conversing as deftly and casually as old lovers slip into spaces still sacred but not secret

And hours have passed until we need to sit.

 

His lips

Are as warm as his laughter

 

His tongue

Eases subtly as the sunlight on an overcast sky

 

His scent

Is a promise of memories

We pull back.

We continue on.

 

I listen and listen as he responds to my questions, conversing as deftly and casually as old lovers slip into spaces still sacred but not secret…