I think what you had said was a word
like lovely. I had forgotten
before you said it, that I was so bare
and there you were.
And I half heard, almost heard it.
You're lovely, you're lovely.
And here I was barren, bare white
snow barren – here I was looking
right at you and saying what.
And you were and are a one time man,
you stared at me, right back
and I remembered being bare, and I remembered
being barren, and what I said what.
Looking right at me, you were the
moment of oh in my head, the
recognition of the word lovely.
Romanticism as an adjective as your gaze
as your stare as my starkness, my skin
and what I thought I might've heard
and what you said, and oh,
what you said.