In the light
Of the fluorescent lamp
You're hunched over,
Thinking like those funny Greek statues in museums,
A quiet beauty.
The slope of your nose,
Wonder of your eyes,
Curve of your lips.
I stare,
Caught in a Yeats poem.
Its an odyssey,
Falling for someone.
Its a breakthrough,
learning to love again.
Merci Mille Fois, Mon amour.
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