He has hair that must feel like an angel's wing.
He has high cheekbones that can cut glass.
He has a hard, wiry body that can stop not just traffic but even time itself.
He has large eyes that can absorb you like twin black holes.
He has a moody stoicism bespeaking of dignity under siege.
I imagined a guy like this in my novel, American Zen
. Then, about a month ago, he tip-toed into the periphery of my life.
If you want to know who he is, go to my place where I just made an announcement that'll floor most of you.