His chin,
cleft with Y-shaped hollow
like the subtle dent
where buttocks meet with spine.

His mouth, mobile,
made for words as well as kisses.
Lips, asymmetric, tell of humour,
kindly irony and playful thought.
A mouth on which to graze
in the still night
and the lazy morning
as he will feast on mine.

Nose, proudly aquiline.
Nostrils that can snuff the wind
like any stallion. Eyes
alight with understanding,
seeing who I am,
catching fire from my hot ashes,
seeing in me his ideal,
knowing that he’s mine.

This poem is a companion to 'The Man I Haven't Met' which I wrote six months ago. I've revised it a bit to fit the reality of the man I've met and love, but I've had to make remarkably few changes to the original....

Janice Windle

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