It would be easy to say I am at a loss of words when I see you.
My eyes deceive me, they see what is not there. The way
you glide like a ghost when you walk. Your hair dances
as if held up by the wind. And when you speak, the sound
of the world grows quiet, and you and I are alone when we
are not. My senses are careless, crazed by the mad rush
of endorphins clamoring to the brain from the pituitary-
mountain climbers racing to the peak. My knees weaken
as though, I myself, have climbed. Uncertainty
always shadows me, stalks me and laughs. How ridiculous
do I look, I wonder, perhaps like a child who's lost his
pants and doesn't know it as he runs naked. Crazed men
thunder struck, dumb plucked, the gaze of stupidity in my eyes.
But for you, it's worth it-- the quiet sense of bewilderment, the same
reaction a doe gives when it watches a driver screech to a halt
at midnight on a dark road-- it stares completely lost, then snaps
into action leaping away. I want to say I'll love you forever,
but I know that when the car finally hits I'll die.
17:27
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