And so you'll never see me
as I see myself.
That doesn't worry me.
We have Spain and enough excitement to
to take our minds off cold nights
and over priced spoiled wines.

Your hands are two foreign explorers
excited enough to travel
-without complaint-
the country of my skin,
from earlobe to navel
I feel like half a man
under the microscope of your curious fingers.

Sun sets and twinkling stars
dance in the canopy of a familiar sky.

Shocked.

Your eyes finally reveal what any mirror
could have told me.
I'm not as young or handsome as I used to be
and you've noticed.

After we make love I get dressed while you sleep
and turn to see you one last time
before I walk out the door forever.