Klutz In Love Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Time is only wasting
Her lungs disburse in infinite breath
He often fantasized in awe.
With much distaste for the life he lived
without her,
He often thought of her hands as a mantle.
One made for him in the comfort of thought
A dark brown varnish that stained the sighs
Of wonderment.
Peering into the time that steadily ticked looking into
her eyes
He felt anew, watching his old self vanish in the glimpse
of the rising of her cheeks.
Almost as watching the sun rise, the reflection of her smile
This, and this alone was considered his favorite place
A secret meeting spot found where he could be at peace.
He undressed her with his eyes
Seeing her innocence through the complex variations of life.
The thought of her filled his mouth
Savoring each taste as each beat of her heart wasn't promised.
He cherished every moment
Finding a treasure that most spend their lives digging
And toiling through dirt for
His came in the form of Idiosyncrasies
Idyllic photographs taken in the memory of his eyes