There he goes
my beautiful world
where every bit of him
is real
is tangible
is mine
where his laugh is like a thunderclap
and signals the coming of rain
when I’ve been so thirsty
where every bit of him
the long grasses, his fingers
the smooth plain, his stomach
the rising mountains, his knees
is real
the darkening forest, his hair
the taunting cliff, his neck
the blinding sun, his smile
is tangible
And there he goes
my beautiful world
where every bit of him
is mine
