This innocence, this beauty yet unnamed,
this untamed, fragmentary, virgin smile,
this mild helplessness, concealing strength,
this lengthy, comic, circumvented truth,
this ruthless, serious, child’s cast of face,
these pacing eyes that measure expectations;
the explanations hiding in those lips,
these hips suggesting nights as yet unseen,
the being, aloof, concentered on a role,
this soul that binds me with its innocence.

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