My thoughts on Him

Thinking about a good friend of mine one night, and out spilled this

 

Summer’s heat melts into a kind of balmy cool at night, in Virginia. The kind that’s nice, but you need a jacket because that first bite of fall is in the air.

That first bit o fresh chill, the kind you can almost taste you know? That’s what he reminds me of. With those stormy eyes, and black jacket, he’s the poster boy for those kinds of nights.

I only wish I was joking

He’s warm and sultry, but cool and aloof all at once. Half smiles, and half mast eyes, deceptively casual arms thrown around my shoulders, all kinds of signals. But he’s only like that when it’s just us.

His eyes are like winter skies, vivid, snapping blue. But they always seem to be hiding something, what secrets lay beneath those veils?

His hair is recently short, glittering like shards of topaz in the sun, glowing darker in more uncertain lighting. It’s gotten to where I only see him at night, surrounded by that same tangy balmy air, just like home.

I’ve seen him angry, it’s glorious. His temper breaks like a mid winter blizzard, cold, stinging , and merciless. I was raised up north, you respect the cold just as much as fire. More so, because the cold sneaks up on you, you hardly know you’re dead before you’re gone.

I’ve heard him rage, powerful, frightening, just like a magnificent snow storm. And just like any storm, he blows himself out, and there settles the perfect calm after the storm. But it’s always there, settled deep in those glacial eyes, waiting.

Author's Note

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[M J Moore]

Hey, can I pick at this and send it back?