Pretty eyes that are crisp flecks of brown
like an oak tree
tall like one too
towering over me.
He smells like pine
he’s also wise, like the roots
that spent years through
rain and drought.
Buried underneath is a gracious heart.
A tenacious face
a sly smile, that’s when a fire started delicately
until it spread to my lips
and further down
most don’t get a glimpse,
there was fire burning surely since.
