perfect words

he is walking poetry

a voice like dewy dawn air

gleaming gold with new sunlight

a face like a symphony

a million notes lifting as one

a smile like a sparkler

exploding into tiny stars

eyes like a cup of coffee

dark and warm and soft and slow

he is walking poetry

an endless stream of the perfect words

i inhale his colours, his moonlight, his flower-wrapped spirit

and exhale him here, ink and paper, immortalized.