Utah - Italy 2001 (10)

Love at first sight... I always said I thought I believed in it, but now I know I definitely do! My heart is heavy as I leave Florence tomorrow with my first real "love at first sight" staying behind. It was such a simple encounter. I was just wandering through a museum, listening intently to the audio guide while the Britsh accent in my ears explained some of Michealangelo's earlier works. Then I turned one major corner in the museum and there he was, standing out above all the tourists, not looking at me, but I do think he knew I was there. His skin was soft and pale, untouched by the sun (or so I thought). His body was perfect as if it were sculpted. Every detail was proportionately correct! The splendid veins of life ran horizontally accross his right hand, dancing with the delicate bones ... continuing up his arm and standing out in that wonderful spot on a man's arm, up the center of his bicep, below the shoulder. His brow was furrowed, wrinkled in deep thought. I figured he must have been studying this painting of the Madonna that he was staring right at. He was so intent in his gaze that my stares went unoticed. I wasn't the only one looking. His hair was lying perfectly on his head in loads of individual locks of splendid curls, each owning its respective place above his demanding eyes. His legs were also strong and appeared perfect in every way. His ass was tight, had to notice, and again... Perfect! I imagine to the touch as well as to the eye. His torso and shoulders joined together in a slight tilt over his wonderful hips as he stared off into the distance. Over his left shoulder, he had slung something.. maybe his jacket and his left arm was bent gracefully while his left hand held the item confidently in place next to his neck. I got up the courage to walk closer. I circled around him like a shark and so oblivious was he that I could take in every detail without shame. I again noticed that I wasn't the only one. Others were walking around him, making comments similar to my thoughts. I became jealous. And then I learned his name. The name of the man with the perfect nose and subtly smiling lips. The man whose hands could hold me safely for the rest of my life. The man whose anatomy I knew as well as my own after staring for so long. The man that I would have to pull myself away from because my legs would not go willingly.... The man. The man who was never more than a boy.....................................................................................................