Out With the Old [Crush] & In With the New

Yeah, I've had some sad moments over the last several days as I either shed skin or keep trying to fit into the 1 I got a couple years back that perhaps I haven't grown all the way into yet. Even when I'm cloudy with a chance of teardrops, my windshield wipers DO WORK! While my heart's been busy trying to hold itself together, mine eyes doth lay upon a specimen of interest & my mind is intrigued.

For him:

Your eyes, boyishly set with the wisdom of many men
They look into me, searching for my identity, my value
You share easily but require more in order to give
You taste test the bite-sized chunks you're handed,
Only after sniffing them for malodourous intent
Behind your smile is a game of hide-n-seek
She who willingly attempts must come with her own flashlight
The traps are set perfectly, by you
Dressed B-boy Benetton fresh & smelling of unapologetic masculinity
Call the ancestor's name & your mission is renewed,
In life & love
You seek only she who can walk tall, no matter her height,
Slightly behind your leadership, next to your dreams,
& in your wisdom
You're 1 of the lucky 1's
With a daddy to teach you that
There's more to the meaning of manhood than 3 letters (man) can hold
Unafraid, you stand creased,
Committed to hard bottoms
You wait in no lines, except the 1 to give you
The soft lap that'll
Comfort you after a hard day of raising the bar for boys & men alike

I don't even know what to do with this crush. Once upon a time I would've walked up on him & told him what it's hittin for. This time, I feel like I need to keep watching from the observatory. I get the distinct feeling that even the fun on this playground is serious.

Watch me move.