Details

Let me remember every detail.
I glanced and stared at him enough
To draw him again with words,
Though this time
I cannot be so poetical.

I love that his hair is growing long again,
That the curls are forming again
Giving texture,
Depth to dark and short waves.
I want to touch
The single outlying curl
At the base of his neck.
It's tantalizing.

He hasn't shaved recently,
For the smallest frame
Is forming around his mouth,
And my attention was there already,
What with his clever tongue
Talking, of course.

After removing his tie,
He undid a button.
Now with each stretch of his shoulders
My eyes are called to the smooth skin
Shielding tendons of his neck,
And the single freckle there.
He also rolled up his sleeves.
When he lifted the heavy box,
Muscles flexing with work,
I think my heart flipped.

Maybe I'm ashamed of my intense perusal,
My cataloging of these details and more
(Like how he reels back with laughter
Or how joyously slender yet strong his hands are).
But maybe I'm not that embarrassed
To revel in a wondrous creation of God's.