As Taurus Kisses The Hand of Aries

Once,
your red hands
were my excuse
to look the other way:
as in, she's perfect,
except for those hands,
so forget it. 

Then,
your turquoise eyes
disturbed the lie,
inverting my logic:
as in, out of everything
that you are— bright,
bold, rough, darling—
you are so far
out of my trajectory.

Now,
your familiar hand,
your starling eyes,
every inch of your
existence amuses me:
as in, it is never so easy
to be what I am
as when I am blessed
to be kissing your hand.