it sounds like falling in love
with the young man across
from me, sitting with tanned
skin and ***** blond hair,
trail-and-sun worn eyes, like
he's napped under lush flora
of the Azores, communed
with the native animalia,
and accepted as their king,
brave with a quiet stare —
squared, curious, virgin-maned,
strong hands idle during a summer moon
he, that tousled man
who sat across the hall
a hall that smelled like
sandy skin with diluted cleaning-
-ammonia and soap, stone-washed
and bleached, bleached I am
when I think of the pining
eyes that followed me with
a soft grin, slow words that
smell like falling in love
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 3:32 PM UTC
it sounds like falling in love
with the young man across
from me, sitting with tanned
skin and ***** blond hair,
trail-and-sun worn eyes, like
he's napped under lush flora
of the Azores, communed
with the native animalia,
and accepted as their king,
brave with a quiet stare —
squared, curious, virgin-maned,
strong hands idle during a summer moon
he, that tousled man
who sat across the hall
a hall that smelled like
sandy skin with diluted cleaning-
-ammonia and soap, stone-washed
and bleached, bleached I am
when I think of the pining
eyes that followed me with
a soft grin, slow words that
smell like falling in love
