The curve of a jaw.
The bright eyes
under perfectly
messy hair.

The miraculous machinery
of shoulders, back, and chest
that move and breathe and
explore the world.

All these things
I have, myself.
But on another,
they’re a mystery.

May I reach out
and touch?
Not to control, abuse,
or make my own.

But because,
on me I see flaws.
Yet,
on you I see beauty.

– Dallin Lauritzen, 4 Mar 2018