Eyes of the Beholder      Eyes of the Beholder

 by MR

  

 Author's website: http://www.geocities.com/unhingedds/

 Disclaimer: Still not mine. Just see if I write the fat old man in the
red suit any more letters about what I want for Christmas.

 Author's Notes: One of my rare forays into poetry-I promise I won't do it
again any time soon

 Story Notes: 

 

 

 Eyes of the Beholder
 By MR 

 You do not realize your own beauty 

 Lying here in our bed, the first hint of sunlight filtering through the
curtains Gilding your body with its warmth
 The curves of your back, the wiry muscularity of your arms The face that
has, over time, become as well known me to as my own. 

 How can you fail to realize the effect you have on me? Why it is I watch
you avidly, through half-lidded eyes? 

 As we work, I track your every movement. You have a looseness about you
that defies my understanding You don't so much walk as glide
 When you run, it takes my breath away
 Watching how you move, how your body flows, Wishing I shared your grace. 

 You laugh when I call you beautiful
 Turning the mirror back on me, so I see myself as you do 

 Before you, I never took pleasure in my own body I worked hard to
maintain the level of fitness required for my work But seldom gave thought
to how I looked Except as far as my professional appearance required 

 When we make love, I see myself in your mirror Bigger than you, muscular,
 My skin so pale next to yours 

 You tell me you love the whiteness, the smoothness Like snow, you say
 A vast playground you mark at will with tongue and teeth You call me your
Ice Prince, but I can only melt at your touch 

 And when it is over, the burning sated, the fires banked The contrast
between us holds my attention White and gold, intertwined with abandon The
wildness of your hair against my chest The short, almost colorless stubble
when we kiss. 

 We look, you say, like a pair of debauched angels Wallowing in all our
glory
 Unafraid of any possible consequence
 Living for each moment as it comes 

 I owe you this freedom
 The fact that I am most myself in your arms The fact that you show your
true self to me We laugh even as we tell each other how beautiful we are 

 And we are both right
 For with the eyes of love, all things are beautiful. 

End Eyes of the Beholder by MR: psykaos42@yahoo.com

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