beauty, love, masculinity, poetry, women

Here, here, here

No time wasted in idleness

If my life is a game

Played with such intention

I forget it’s not real

Then as the difficulty rises

So I unlock new abilities

Sensitivities and

Subtleties

All is study

Sharp but not cruel

My thoughts take flight

and it is all,

In the diffused daylight

Just

Play

But you, warm and resting,

Call to me without speaking,

And that too

Is play,

So I finish a coffee,

An exquisite detail

To a moment platonic

In its perfection

And you are adjacent

Here, here, here.

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