For that moment I was more then what I was when I walked in.
His crooked grim & his intrigued gaze just captures me.
Many men have come & many have gone...But this one just seems to belong.
Its like a puzzle that is almost coming together and the picture is more clear.
Although its missing significant amounts of pieces...I can see his beauty in its lack
of wholeness. Its the imperfections that draw me like a moth to the light.
Never knowing whether it was going to be the last time I looked upon his splendor..
The mystery of his dark eyes and the touch of his fingertips...
The softness of his skin and the rough emotional scars he wears...
Pain is beauty...
Suffering is graceful...
And Loneliness is merciful...
For all of these we bare alone and it build us up & on...
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