Love at fifth sight

When you’re face blind           (as I am)
all men              (sorry!)                look the same.

I need me a quirk, a feature—
stubble, side-burns, balding, long hair,

hatted; some kinda style, or aesthetic—
a Just Noticeable Difference.¹

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When I saw you the fifth time,
time spun.

Your sweet face
zeroed into focus.

Possible futures flashed forward, unwound
to middle distance.

Here was a man
I could love.

And was hungry
to touch.

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1. The Just Noticeable Difference is a measurable point beyond which we’re able to tell two things apart. Image from Pexels Free Photos. ↩︎