you would not
(almost would not)
notice the way
he avoids sitting down.
the freckles skip about, across
his forehead, one-scar nose; below
the hair and sun-streaked eyes.
they dart, often
landing for a moment, like dark butterflies
on the edge of wind.
cheekbones, the kind of face you would trust
with your affection and smiles,
would he take them.
he is a very beautiful creature
and has recently learned to lie.








