Perceptions

What is it
that makes him beautiful one day
and dreadful the next
one day you might swim
in his gorgeous tan face
bright gray eyes, wide smiling red lips
one day you might catch
his every glance and hold it close to your thumping nervous chest
and smile as he clutches at the ends of his formfitting black gray shirt
that twists with his agile body as he turns to watch strangers far away
one day you might wish that he would grin at your every joke
and start long conversations
that never end
and whisper all the secrets in the world into you waiting ears
but the next every imperfection stands
and shouts to you
calling your attention
but the next day he can be a hungover drunk or a sleepy stoner without care for a single thing.
Why do my perceptions change
from beauty to misery
day after day