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lost in you
Through the blue gauze of July’s
Indian print cotton, we met.
Tinkling glasses, crowds’ laughter.
Red carpet. Dim light.
Mystery you in your frayed tuxedo,
black bow tie,
thin, white veined hands.
Noiseless noise.
In masses of smiles, I sit alone
to watch you charm as you move
through the crowd,
smiling, gray eyes glisten.
A flared temper, a flash of anger,
then sixty seconds of your time
just for me.
Timeless months of waiting,
anticipating you.
Was this a game? Was I just an inconvenience?
It was as if I sat before a camera,
lost in you. My secrets viewable
to only you for an eternity.
You were my inspiration,
my secrets suddenly alive, visible.
You finally came with August.
Your weariness veiled, a sadness concealed.
My excitement was magnified by the sun.
Bronzed, shiny skin my intent,
yet it paled before you ever saw it.
A marbled body, perfection for you.
I…
