Intimate glances, long fingers and legs. Saying things, yet finishing sentences inside your head. One mirror in the house, given a cursory glance from time to time...Just a quick combing of a hand through your hair, a sniff at socks before they go on your feet. A plaid shirt and jeans are your armor, as you set out by bike or by car.
Books are a sanctuary, your kitchen an escape as concoctions emerge from pots and pans. Careful to always brush your teeth before bed....yet careless when it comes to planning beyond tomorrow. Your laundry basket overflows, as does your creative mind and generosity to a fault.
A contradiction: your caged heart keeping you safe...but eyes bright, peeling back layers for a glimpse inside. You are: German poetry translations, student of the stars, cowboy ancestor, bath-time reader, unruly childhood, meditating, epic bike rides, laughing Yogi, blue-eyed bandit.
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