The ripples of your wrinkles
lap at your lips when you smile –
waves on a sea of flesh that I
could never afford by the pound,
had I to pay what it’s worth to me;
but then, there will always be one to whom
we in time offer ourselves freely.
The breezes of your breaths
warm the air when you speak –
the treasure of an unlocked chest that I
do not believe would have been found
had I been searching for it;
but then, there will always be one by whom
we are sought if we wait long enough.
The shapes of your gestures
steal my vision when you move –
geometry so complex, unique that I
would barely believe it could be real,
had my eyes not already decided so;
but then, there will always be one in whom
a great surprise is finally found.