i need that now
"You're gorgeous, you know that?"
His face is ruddy lines and yawning sallows, the picture of a man who isn't an everyman, who isn't even normal, who's just a middle-lifed slob, whose skincare routine lacks more than any skincare routine has ever lacked.
"I love you."
The body of lithe alighting life defies hatred just as its eccentricity defies standard outcast molds, just as its owner cannot be stereotyped because he would be so massively disserviced to be only stereotyped, photographs' caricature unreal.
"Kiss me."
The union of these two perfect imperfect things is the real gorgeous glory of joy.