I am in love with the back of his head.
I am in love with his hourglass neck
that tapers off into a balloon of clean, brown hair,
that I want to run my fingers through.
I am in love with the times when he stands up
and his wondrous skull soars into the sky,
like a tower in a short city, pronouncing its own glory.
I am in love with the way his silhouette glows
when something bright flashes against it,
showcasing his beauty in the darkness.
I am in love with this view from behind
being all of him that I need.