if you ever understand a transfixtion;

»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.