To Whom It May Concern

I love a nameless face

This body for future hands to own.

                                     Project emotion onto a blank slate;

You wear a question mark for a face.

From every pore

It pours.

This love, my dear, liquid fire.

A man of manifestation to be found.

And I am yours.

I do not need to see your eyes to fall in love with them.

So please forgive me

For packing you away

During such a fleeting meeting.

Please don’t do the same.

For ours will be a sacred, set-apart,

time-as-this romance.


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