a smile and look that lingers, enough to melt the frost around my heart and make my soul want to start dancing again. A pirate thru and thru, and a scholar too, somehow he brings out both the academic and the street rebel in me....and puts me to shame on both fronts...
he's a rough and tough tumble sexy stylee bro with all the gentleness of a teddy bear that makes me want to curl up and cuddle thru a whole stack of movies and popcorn, or to dance the night away with tequila instead of bloodflowing, playing games with every being on the forest floor...
I'll always remember him driving away after earthday on his motorbike, off into the night, he paused as he passed me with that crazy grin and said: "its happening! we're finally going!" and with that his invitation: Come! come and play... such a silly circus coyote clown... somehow always knowing what a moment needs... is there anyone wiser than the clown, really, who puts everything in perspective by turning it upside down, all around, and rightside back up again? This is a bro who knows whats up for sure... but is humble enough to smile soft in the gaze ready to learn all there is in those mirrored reflections...