A handsome man is a welcome sight.
He makes me see something unusual.
I do not question the goodness of his intent
yet I am subservient to his intelligence and pay.
In return I pour his gravy at Thanksgiving.
Because his eyes say he knows
and why should I doubt him?
When he comes by
I can say I know this man
and it’s nothing to him because he is Known.
His presence is felt by his absence.
He is a fire. His smile is almost befuddled.
How can you expect to contain fire
unless you are fire too?
Are you a fire? Or beautiful ice?
A handsome man is a welcome sight.
I am going to ruin my life tonight.
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