Day 22–I Am Looking for a Man (No, not like that!)
I Am Looking for a Man
I am looking for a man.
He is tall and thin, with a smile that
wrinkles the corners of his brown eyes,
making his teeth gleam.
I’ll know him, when I hear his trainers pound
along the concrete—he is always running,
but I know he tires.
I am looking for his hair,
nut brown and sticking up in all directions.
I am looking for his funny faces,
all wide eyes and twisted mouth.
I’ll know him, when he slips his hand
into mine: that warm grasp,
I am looking for those eyes that sparkle,
love and mischief and an old, old pain.
I am looking for the freckles on his crooked nose.
How they go off like fireworks when he wrinkles it,
the cogs in his brain working, working,
until, ecstatic, he knows.
I am looking for that man
who makes my heart race just by looking at me.
I am looking for my heart:
I left it with him when we parted.