Installment number 3!
My friend... My friend, I would like
to talk to myself about you: beginning
with your bright, hazel, attentive eyes,
the curving lines of your mouth.
I would like to ponder the way
I have grown so slowly aware those lines
are beautiful, generous. Energy lights your
whole face, matching
the way you walk. A gradual seeing,
not in a phantom flash of storm...
But I'm not ready
to speak about you,
Not yet.
Perhaps I will never be ready,
nor you to be spoken of.
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