GETTING IT

He lounged in the doorway, shirtless
Against the blistered blue paint.
Light curved around his torso,
Sculpting the biceps that muscled his pecs and      
Kissing the caramel nubs of his nipples, and   
Rippled down the dimpled ridges of his abs, and 
And I looked up and saw
His hair the color of sunlight,
His eyes the color of rain.