He has eyes
like slivered
almonds
deep brown
like chocolate
morsels
a broad smile
which stretches
across his face
making everyone
smile
yes
he’s handsome
like first editions
we started
as friends
six months
ago
and remain
as friends
but real beauty
is seen
from within
not from without
I sit alone
like the family
dog alone
like the last
burning candle
in a darkened
room alone
like a left
shoe absent
of the right
they’ve gone
home or stayed
home
leaving me
like discarded
missing them
both of them
I now sit
quietly
with dreams
of them
remembering
their faces
and smiles
their heartache
quite unsure
how I ever arrived
here
and uncertain
if I shall ever
leave
Afterward
his body
is against mine
one behind
the other
like bookends
absent of books
breathing
has slowed
after our long
run exhausted
arms
encircling torso
hands clutching
hands
in the afternoon
sun
we are bathed
in light
drying us
like baby seals
my hand
trails down
his stomach
to the damp
moist nest
we drowse
in separate dreams
not dreaming
of each other
now
in the shower
we stand
close
a small canyon
forming
between us
where the water
cascades
and tumbles
across
the boulders
of our bodies.
