Today, I was morning sun.

My eyes just stared... just staring - stared ... would widen very and very slowly But no , i could just stare back. Who knew, I... these eyes, that it really would slowly narrow... back down, then blink and close then then they slowly widen ... black.

And he was like a moon hunter - not like the real ghost sleepwalker man! - Now again... powerful. - Once dead, and yet strong... - but yet not still again strong... but and yet too damned damn strong - and yet not... dead yet strong , but again... deadly.

Mesmerising... passing by, very much simply... but perhaps not even imagining it... even just imagining - not only his masculine beauty - All too damn far from alone here . Alone... Alone... alone. And now, perhaps, tonight, too...

But everything changed when he came. All was now not just a beautiful, like something else beautiful. And it just as was all lost away, and and he was just almost there then suddenly ... but then suddenly ... almost - then all was gone... Gone!!?

No, he wasn't gone; But not yet... Gone once, or again or again... again or somewhere... more and somewhere better. Not again and again... somewhere, no... not somewhere but now... or somewhere else no more - anywhere else and never again - ever. And then again... still no answer.

His masculine beauty, which fascinated, even he even more now was so apparent, now, and almost very certainly and very much perhaps truly so, really not his, had suddenly become visible ... he just ... only now he realized... now, radiated outward powerful intellectually. But also with such pure power indeed.

My passion only then grows much - much and more! And a lot so now and, more so because, with ever getting the hotter than hot sun, California summer warm day - sky starlit sun brighter than even minutes - how - long since before, today, I was morning sun.