His chin, <br />cleft with Y-shaped hollow <br />like the subtle dent <br />where buttocks meet with spine. <br /> <br />His mouth, mobile, <br />made for words as well as kisses. <br />Lips, asymmetric, tell of humour, <br />kindly irony and playful thought. <br />A mouth on which to graze <br />in the still night <br />and the lazy morning <br />as he will feast on mine. <br /> <br />Nose, proudly aquiline. <br />Nostrils that can snuff the wind <br />like any stallion. Eyes <br />alight with understanding, <br />seeing who I am, <br />catching fire from my hot ashes, <br />seeing in me his ideal, <br />knowing that he’s mine. <br /> <br />This poem is a companion to 'The Man I Haven't Met' which I wrote six months ago. I've revised it a bit to fit the reality of the man I've met and love, but I've had to make remarkably few changes to the original....<br /><br />Janice Windle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-d-nall-at-last-the-man-i-had-not-met/
