Albeit I have not been graced
With your acquaintance yet
I have been missing you for more
Than I dare to reminisce.
Your elegant gait, virile deportment
The serpentine hypnotic depth
Of your irises as pupils dilate,
The sobriety of your eccentricity
The contagiousness of your enthusiasm
Your impulsive desires, as I follow
Blindly while you yearn for my views
I talk to you we speak the same language,
Your smoky bass voice entrances me
As do your thick lips unclosing intelligence
Carefully worded, unable and unwilling
To ever offend, humbleness and wisdom
Define you, for that I praise you,
Deprived of futile complexes you have
No time for them, you live every instant
With a spirit of adventure, your five
O’clock shadow unveiling a succession
Of perfectly aligned white teeth, broad smiles
Answering or sparking mine. Your proclivity
Towards discovery, sane curiosity, square
Shouldered, strong arms sculpted in marble
Silk hands they know how to garden,
Pull the ropes to sail, long fingers on piano
Their enticing movement as you take
Me, twirl me make me dance, your torso
Receiving my head soothing heartbeat
When you envelope me make me feel
Safe, the gentle way you treat others
Unconditionally and indiscriminately,
Your rugby legs muscles of a David,
Your feet suffering my tickles
As we walk through life as strangers
Yet reassured, by the groundless
Certainty we both exist.
[Featured painting: Port of Call, Pier 56 by Brent Lynch]