He stares at me all the time I’m there,
Never stops to blink,
But what is the expression on his face?
The answer to that plagues us both.
Perhaps the bitter beer he holds reflects his mood,
Or maybe the subtle way his lips are parted
Just about to say, to tell me something.
At times I see him change.
I remember the widening of his eyes
(Reminds me of popcorn)
Whilst I undress.
The smile that fades when I leave
And creeps to the corners of his face on return.
Still slightly brooding, but always content
A fraction of a second captured, mine forever.
LENBEN
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