I started early, on your light
As if to breathe in the morning of you for months
As I could feel the tides of your heart —
I envied the path — towards home
You walked with bow-legged humility
You were my autumn stealth
That stole a part of me, each time I saw you
I could not move, frozen in time
Beneath the weight of your power of influence.
I started early, but we were already older —
In the fantasy of sweat and interdiction
I saw you blossom beneath my gaze.
I think you felt my genuine attention
The way someone loves someone from afar
If such a thing were indeed possible…