I know you catch me staring. You smile and wiggle and your eyes catch fire.

Love transfers in that moment.

You attempt to withhold a smile; you purse your lips and lower your eyes so that you don’t show the world how thin a line you tread before the inner joy bursts out. But what is the loss? Your concentration, of course. You are a mystery, a page to turn, slowly over a lifetime.

I would speak of you more but words do not do you justice. Words to describe you do not fit this page. Committing to one small forming of letters; claustrophobic by the phrases surrounding it. But for you, I try.

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