I found you
or you found me
Somehow I zigzagged through
everything you had to offer
And it was astounding.
Never knowing, just imagining
how playful you really are
Allowing me to hop around,
to scare myself, to laugh,
I curse whoever first took your picture
A singular image of you
is plain beauty, is disgusting, is unfair.
The real you, full and cold,
is where fables frolick.
And creatures never seen
can escape for all time.
No sounds
only the wink of your eye.
I went the wrong way once.
Though you enabled me to breathe
it was still quite exhausting.
We will play again soon.
