how...

The yellow of the flowers
as they bloom on that bush
is how.

The wrinkles on that face
as they smile that gaptoothed grin
is how.

The ache in these shoulders
and the sting in this throat
is how.

The tension between us
the balding head
the uncertainty and the finger in the nose
is how.

The way I want to look at you
but sense your derision
is how.

The way you want me to look at you
but take up all my vision
is how.

This hatred, this aversion
is how

Your scent, this attraction
is how.

Just see and be free.