I stared at their ear
it was not dainty
did not remind me
of shells from the seafloor
that have heard all the depths
in life itself
I looked at their fingers
not classically trained
and I felt no desire
for them to play my spine
like God’s piano
the holy harmony
I peered at their eyes
no pupil expansion to greet
I did not find
every sunset I’ve ever seen
in the hole to their mind
Just found myself reflecting in their glasses
that they are not you
far from the charm
guess I’m swooned
Kail Anderson 