Sonnet
for Kyoko
He's so perfectly poised: artificial like a cut flower,
But artless too: a childish gilded lily.
His presence stops time, my breath,
Invites me to a world of tender riches.
I fall into his eyes, his gaze,
All the tiny hidden muscles of his face.
Muscles that together speak a symphony.
A gaze that pours out love.
And sometimes I stray; and when I do stray
The same gaze meets me as I fall.
As I fall, exposed for what I am,
I fall under his saving gaze.
My skin is sanded thin from people shouting "No!"
I need to know I have his soft forgiving "Yes."
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