That pale green that gets lit up by the electric soul somewhere closer to that sweet pumping heart
two eyes that stirred with that light a certain curiosity and potential to focus in
The tanned body that continued for the rest of her dulce de leche to observe
I purposely gaze off in the other direction as it all pulls me in
All of us drag some quality along with us from when we were children
a certain pronunciation of a word or strange way of sitting or walking
arousing details that tell a story that mesmerizes people like me
who lose that internal fight between goodness and curiosity
Hopefulness and disappointment imagine these as simple currencies
traded between men and women who can't front up to their feelings
Burning off the top layers of their impulse only to have them regrow
starving the strange desire only to have it illuminate like her eyes
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