He hears you.
He sees you.
He sits beside you.
Sometimes her scent brings just enough momentary comfort, that he forgets…
Sometimes it’s enough, that the comfort feels just right.
It’s deserved.
It’s reward.
For…

At times he waits.
At times he lays awake.
He opens his eyes thinking that the moving shadow is her.
His ears receives distant shuffling with such startling fervor that he becomes anxious.
Anxiousness.
It’s welcomed because it makes him feel invincible and alive.
Trepidation.
It’s welcomed only in its undeveloped form.
Undeveloped emotion.
Undeveloped longing.
Undeveloped lust.
Undeveloped reasoning of intimacy and connection.
Intoxication bring out the truth.
It may be momentary but he revels in it.
He bathes in its light – so bright – that he is too stunned to react.
Reaction plays into a dissonant revelation of his own intuition.
His own rationale.
Do he bleed lust into his minds abstinence?

She sleeps.
He waits.
She wakes.
He hold still.

Today whilst waiting for a cuppa at my local coffee shop, I stepped aside after giving my order and decided to perch myself against the counter – affording me a birds eye view of most of the store.

Within minutes this gentleman came in to place an order, and even at the risk of giving my sexual nature some latitude, he was handsome. OKAY who the fuck says that these days anyway, but hey he had that scenester 80’s look to him. Long blond hair, deep v-neck t-shirt, tight acid-wash jeans, nice tan…

Now. You might be asking yourself, “Why was he staring at this man? Is Shaun coming out?”. Haha, well to answer that first question I’d have to go back and tell you about a girl around the age of 6 sitting with her family across from me. The second question is a no…

She was very beautiful, very inquisitive, and very interested in said gentleman. I mean VERY interested. Even though she was perched beside her father, even though my natural assumption would preclude her from being at that stage of interest. She was looking at this dude up and down, lips pursed, eye-widened, following him all the way as he exited the coffee shop.

Now why was this so fascinating to me? Probably because, given her age, this was probably the first man she’d ever seen and realized an attraction toward. It was probably something that even she could not explain or understand – but it was there.

That’s what prompted my question.

Do you remember your first crush? That first unknowing feeling of absolute liking for someone you knew. That sensation of being immediately at ease with a complete stranger. Do we ever get to an age when we forget these juicy moments of our lives?

I don’t. I still get them – even though the innocence is lost when we adults tend to follow through sometimes.

I like beauty. It might seem a simple noun to describe that which evokes a sense of pleasure and delight – but the seeming quality can go deeper. Farther. It can reach into the recess of the most evil and pull from it a sense of empathy, compassion and vulnerability that – even though might last mere seconds – will still prove that beauty is power.

, originally uploaded by i.anton.

The perspective of this photo is beautiful to me. To me it injects fun, carefree, sweet candy, the smell of the ocean and the smell of vanilla sun tan lotion as it catches the wind.

Do yourself a favor; get some Nina Simone (personally I was listening to Feeling Good), and stare at this photo. If you get the chance, then do ME the favor and let me know what exactly came to your mind.