Perfectly Receptive To Otherness
I am that other guy.
You, you're my perfect lover
who I hope to never meet
while I still have these see-through eyes.
I have always had great confidence
in my incompetence in matters of the heart.
Being that other guy
I can stand and watch unnoticed.
I see you,
your face is an alien Venus
emerging over an ever receding horizon.
It's not time yet
to begin an eternal romance
but I am ready and willing to wait
for that otherness,
to meet her upon that far shore
where seashells sing their love songs
into beings.
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