alejandro –
his solemn childlike
heart-shaped face,
unruly brows above
a placid and untroubled
expression, he’s a poem
in a white ribbed vest.
he awkwardly holds
his own arms as if
feeling himself to
make sure he’s real
and still all there.
or as if just in need
of a little affection.
nods and smiles
and ducks his head
to compliments that
summon up his shyness,
along with pinkness
to his cheeks, and leave
him uncertain where
to place his gaze.
an innocence
spills out from him
like radiance
from the sun
behind a cloud
(or a light from under the door
of the room next door).
his cheeks rosy
and guileless
betray a slight unease.
but his heart is open
like an outstretched
hand offered to
a lone horse
in a stranger’s
field.
For more on Shakey’s music, see another bashful blog.
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