Prediscovery by Alysa Shepherd

Prediscovery

by Alysa Shepherd

I don't even know the color of his eyes.

It's funny, but when I'm with him,

I forget to look.

I can't recall his face on demand,

though I wish I could,

and every time I catch him looking my way, I gulp,

because I'd forgotten how good-looking he is.

I get so caught in his laugh that I miss his smile.

I'm so tangled in this careful hugs, I forget his arms.

I'm so intent of his gaze, I don't see his eyes.

Funny.

I can love him before I can describe him.