Birthmark

 When I first met you I could not understand your face

I believed there was a shadow under your right eye. 

Those eyes, the most captivating clear brown eyes I'd ever seen and I could see a little bit through them and they are fascinating. 

I could not trace your jaw bone beneath your thick beard. 

And your long, black hair was gathered in a braid. 

I could not believe your tiny mouth with those minimal lips, one hidden under your mustache and the other you were biting with those large teeth you were barely showing but kind of hiding. 

I imagined what it would be like to feel them. And your hands. Your thick, white neck. How it would be warm when I leaned there. 

Almost ten years later you are still a mystery to me in so many ways. Even though I have been the guardian of your life since, and you are are now part of mine, wrapped deep within my psyche in my fondest, dreariest, most unique memories.

And so here you are. How much more can I love you? How real are you, after all?