MY BOY

hello, boy

the first time i met you i didn't look twice.

i asked you how you got the scar on your eyebrow and didn't listen to your answer.

the second time i met you, i couldn't meet your gaze.

you were cold yet brilliant, like the light bouncing off a glacier. a warmth that didn't reach the bones but struck the eyes. others squinted, they beamed at you. i put a hand over my eyes and turned my head.

did you know? did you know you carried that regal power, that you made everyone else in the room insignificant, duller? you didn't suck the shine out of them, just... they couldn't compare to you.

you did, didn't you? you had to, for someone who carried himself like that. with smiles of satisfaction straightening your back.

you were beyond my perception, you were beyond even your flesh. you filled up the entire room with that golden light, you gave one the feeling that they'd need more than five base senses to truly see you.

and yet, yet so solid and rooted into the world, like you drove a fist into the ground to plant your roots there and told it or else. you found a space you liked and claimed it. a god amongst men.

a god, a glacier. terrible, beautiful things. that charm and entrance disciples into walking towards you even as they burn up into sparks and ashes.

it would take a while for me to see the human man underneath.

(seven more months, in fact)

- may 2017