His Beauty

His Beauty
was in the graceful strides
the strength of the legs
the willful face
narrowed eyes
jaw set
in his strong body
yet the soft handshake
in his salt and pepper hair
his youthful face
his years of experience
his faint smile
the hesitation to take the first step
the maintaining of distance
in giving me space to toy with the idea
of him and me
in letting me observe him
his movements
his face
his smile
knowing all the while
but not confronting me
to ask what it meant.
In him knowing
that I desired him
but letting me leave it
at just a desire.

jadedsky jadedsky
22-25, F
Sep 12, 2012