Ode To Boy

                                  When he moves I watch him from behind 

He turns and laughter flickers in his eyes 

Intent and direct when he speaks, I watch his lips 

And when he drives I love to watch his hand 

White and smooth almost feminine, almost American, I have to watch him.



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In his face age descends on youth, exaggeration on the truth 

He caught me looking then but soon his eyes forgot 

And everything he seems to do reflects just another shade of blue 

I saw him searching into you and ached a while



I watch his lips caress the glass, 

His fingers stroke its stem and pass 

To lift a cigarette at last, he dries his eyes 

From a shadow by the stair 

I watch as he weeps unaware 

That I'm in awe of his despair, but I am there 



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