I observe him when he does not know I æm there.
Who he is when know~one is seemingly æround.
An ænimal in his natural state.
Sacrosanct
His eyes go soft and unfocused.
His voice rises in pitch, ælmost imperceptibly.
Beauty without æwareness.
A repeated, unconcious nod recurring.
Like præying.
Stalking like æ big cat,
Æ Espy with mine brown eyes.
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