The first rendezvous.

Same video camera

Same pen box

Same piercings

Same keychains.

Same in seeing the world blurry.

Same attraction to the art of the camera.

We both seem to be,

scruffy but classy,

melancholic minds.

In the days preceding, I did not feel solicitous.

But as I approached the train station.

A concoction of excitement and nervousness came rushing through my body.

Nervous I would not remember his face.

I had only seen his eyes when I saw him first.

But they were imprinted into my brain.

There he was, sitting on the bench.

In his green coat.

I thought... Is it?....

And I saw his eyes.

I knew it was him.

I can still recall as I watched him while we were eating Yoyo.

I thought…Who is Lazarus?...

We enter a bar to play pool.

He takes his jacket off and gets ready to play.

My head screams…FUK HE IS HOT!...

We sit in the front row.

Watching people fail.

The words of the people cause a feeling of acute awkwardness.

And the whole time.

I thought…I really want to touch him…

On the trail, he spins me in circles.

During a game of chess while sitting by the bar.

I kept looking at his lips.

Deemn I want to kiss him.

Our knees are touching.

And he kisses me.

During coitus, two intersecting points gravitate toward each other.

The result of it.

Our nose rings get tangled in each other.

The day after as we woke up.

He played music.

We drank coffee.

When I left I felt such a rush of happiness.

One I had only heard of.

But never experienced.

Since I met him, the time has started to move slower.

Like life wants me to grasp every moment.

Everything that happened before is a blur.

He is my golden egg.