Your eyes,
Your face
could cliches do no justice.
Nor could I--so I
won't even try...
Much less pretend to.

Your form
Your shape
the chest, the arms, the hands...
They, too, seem trite
though I try to think of new ways to love them...

But perhaps they are
too perfect for words to befit them.
They are, perhaps, too strong
for the confines of spoken language.
They can exist just in my mind.

10/02/2001

Posted on 10/02/2001
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