Leaning in,
I can smell your curiosity.
Studying the canvas of your face.
The sun hits its corners and curves.
Even as it blinds, I shift,
Taking note of the creases and lines properly placed.
Slowly forming a smile a multiplicity of times.
Glowing and warm,
The sweetest of gestures,
The passion of spirit.
Coffee-coloured-mocha.
Concentrating so strongly,
Staring comfortably.
Fresh air filling the lungs,
Renewing our vibrations.
Our encounter,
A silent movie.
Neither paralyzed by sound,
But carried by the soundtrack of silence.
A realization in the making.
Its like I saw you for the first time,
Again.
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