Portrait of a Young Male

His eyes matched his choppy midnight black hair.

They were as dark as the night sky, lacking the stars.

His hand forced the front part of his hair up,

As he concentrated on the task at hand.

His nose, with one perfectly round freckle, looked as if

Someone had crafted a potato on his face.

Contrastingly, his lips were round and full.

The V-neck t-shirt he wore was as dark as his hair,

It framed his body perfectly.

Broad shoulders and lean stomach,

Body of a young swimmer.

His long arms flowed into his long, thin fingers

Which looked as if they had played a hundred pianos

In his obviously young life.

His skin was a sun kissed ivory,
Which was well complemented by his dark clothing.

Above his round lips was the tiniest of mustaches,

Only noticeable if one looked closely enough.

His cheek and jaw bones protruded giving finesse to his face,

Seen in no other.