There he is
in the shadows again
his body tense with an animal instinct, i strive to comprehend
his eyes...hazel but sharp
with a hunger only
the larks can fully describe
his hair dark and wavy, but curled with the humidity of the midday sun
that face, piercing and chiseled
with an unique ferocity
that takes my breathe away
as he senses my presence
stalking with an undeniable grace
my heartbeat a frightened rabbit
he comes to my side
like a dream
his lips
a flame,
im eager to catch
as they crash down onto mine
his smile outshining
the beauty of nature itself?
He laughs
and tells me to stop being
over dramatic