BULLFIGHTER
He waved a red flag,
and she kept coming.
Her intentions known,
his defenses down,
he was dead meat on the hoof.
As he lay dying on the ground,
he looked up into sparkling eyes,
deep as an ocean,
and wondered where his heart might be.
His lips sank into her melting mouth.
He was lost in a moment’s passion.
He wanted to spend the rest of his life
learning the curves of her slender form,
like blind people read.
He wanted to lose himself
in her smile.
He wanted to spend time,
finding his way back,
feeling his way
and touching her
with his hands and his heart.
He thanked whatever God
was up there,
for reminding him
that love mattered again.
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