»staring; horribly, amazingly-- breathtakingly frozen
at
the sight of your approaching melody, the
glimmer of your face lit in a never-ending grin; what would you be
without the glorious imperfections of
your curled smile, spread wide for the taker, your
cantering, heart-tightening lope? what
would i see, besides
the matted, delightfully miskept hair and adored
misfeatures, maddeningly uneven traits of godless perfection
the calling, beckoning, time-stopping laugh,
before everything rushes insanely;
is what,
the beautiful twinkle of perfection, a gemstone
deepset in eyes of no color, simply power, magentism, understanding, wondering,
art,
while i, staring into the magic, time pausing then jumping ahead, not bothering to wait for me,
for i am lost in the timeless realms of quandary
without;
seeing the reality.
but at once, as you glance back, startled
confused, wondering, happily,amazed?; perplexed finality indefinetly,
the magic clouds up,
once again purely imperfection; simple
sparks dissipate while
i am left, we part
no
longer staring.