He came from one of the last
unwrapped spires
and smelled like nude chirality
like the nature we have shed
And he walked walls instead
of floors, and ate the air
instead of words
the barbarian we used to be
He did not look at me, but wore
every colour of the sky and more
around his neck
This, I think, is the only explanation
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The Poetry of Emotion
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My Own Paradise: Life on Seven and a Half Acres
Serial Outlet 
Magical and mysterious. I particularly like the last line: with all his ancient wizard powers, I wonder what else might need explanation.
I was thinking of what the narrator’s feelings must be towards this person – but that’s their secret 🙂