Settled "The world is so full of beauty," I say to my lover As I pick lint out of his unkempt hair. He is Not looking at me, not as I see him. "But you’re the most beautiful," he breathes, Not looking, not seeing. I smile, lie on his naked collar, & feel His sultry body warming my cheek. From this angle I see his scars from the wreck He mentioned a few weeks ago. My thoughts are not of that.