I see you strolling down the sidewalk along
I smile, watching every man you pass turn back to capture one last fleeting glance.
“You are beautiful,” I mouth. “You know that?”
You lift your sunglasses and smile. The world suddenly abandons everything that is wrong. Blushing, you look down and across. Creases appear at the far edges of your eyes.
I move to meet you, shifting the weight of the messenger bag on my right shoulder. As we come closer, I am consumed by the way sunlight rides the waves of your eyelashes.
We reach one another. I say, “Your eyes swallow me whole.” Lips briefly stretch and relax. They part, whimsical. You lift your chin and I lower mine.
Tomorrow is my birthday. I will be twenty-three. It is early Spring in