‘James’: a portrait poem

Bouncing Scandinavian curls
Fabulous, fabulous James.
Clear, refreshing, clean blue eyes
and intelligent good intentions
Patience in bated breath, generous, selfless pauses
followed by slow-release laughter, chuckles, sometimes taking him by surprise and doubling over, rolling on.
Fox-like, gentlemanly habits,
He glides and strides like a perfect dancer,
enveloped in scarves that women are drawn to,
chasing playfully down foreign streets.
His every sentence uttered, every assembly of words, is thoughtful and considered, a trait that I am always impressed by.
That biting point of bated breath upon ready loose laughter is what I know most in him, what I strive towards in our every interaction.
A like mind that I find I can tickle, to my great self-satisfaction.


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