He gleams an other worldliness
In his smile
Eyes catching
That something in you
No one else can see
And the wine is sweeter
The whip cream vodka
Laces root beer almost
savory
He is a world and a universe
Effervescent yet rich
Dark like muddy earth
Or black coffee
grounded
In the compost bin
Red crabs on
Target boxer shorts
Dance/scuttle/dance,
A tiny honey bee
Hovering on wings too small to fly
Yet he flys
Magic
And soul whispers
More its own story
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