Perfect stranger

Perfect stranger
Ideal in every sense
Pale skin, with freckles
Slow smile, cautious, tense

Perfect stranger
Sitting beside me
Short hair, glossy eyes
Silent, but with a glance
You say enough to say nothing

Perfect stranger
My nerves bend for you
This ice remains forever
My lips are in paralysis

Perfect stranger
Next week maybe
We will discover courage
Or at least appear to try
Until then, I want you to know
Perfect stranger
You make me smile


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