His presence is ambigous and tasteful
Sweet and densely touching
He is perfect in my eyes
But I know he is not
I enjoy the space bewteen us
I see through the space
everything is clear and perfect
I love him.
Deeply.
This love is simple and pure
It would not differ if he were 'she' or 'it'
Sometimes I have the impulse to embrace him
but I know the moment we get close
everything beautiful will be gone
in a wisp of smoke
Only I will be left alone
hurt.
He does not need to speak
nor to do anything
His sole presence
is already more than enough.
The air is different when he is there
everything changes, to
beautiful
I will keep a distance
it is the distance that makes him perfect
I want him to be perfect
I hold onto the perfection tightly
I will never let go.