* <> ILUK I stare. I prefer to think of it as gazing, but It is a question of degrees, And the subject makes the call. I stare, and I see In you, through allegory of self, Everything that I fell in love with And with which I so remain. I see the fierce, good heart, And the caring anchored so deep That worry and despair ripple up Its taut line with shattering force; I see the brain that's both X-ray specs and a flick-knife, Rendering bullshit transparent And cutting quickly to the heart of a thing; I see excitement and engagement, I see wonder and studiousness (This latter is not a trait often high-lighted In love-notes, but it is a beautiful trait And I love it in you) I see the tenderness that is Classic Femininity, I see the awkwardness that is Classsic Killoran, I see the joyousness that cannot be contained and moves its host! All of these things are written in the line of your silhouette Like the words of a treasured, favorite poem I could read endlessly So, I stare, And I *see*, And fall in love again every day. -- Excerpted from: PUBLIC NOTES (H) http://alph.laemeur.com/txt/PUBNOTES-H ©2017 Adam C. Moore (LÆMEUR)