I can’t help it.
I can’t help noticing the flesh that is not exposed often to the sun. His neck. I stare without shame at all this youth concentrated on this little patch at the border of his hair. These are mixed with silver now and each pointed end cut in chaos the flesh. How perfect and delicate.
It is so simple and beautiful at the same time, the colors, contrasts, texture, and from his smell I can taste it, eyes wide.
He is glowing.
I have not forgotten the wolf but I can only see a light and all this youth he has already forgot. It remains and escapes through these rays and all these extraordinary details I take my time to enjoy.
I refuse to worry, the present has embraced me one more time.


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