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…
Psychoterrierpy 