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.