Wordiness in poetic shapes

Lean, strong fingers snaked through mine, palm to palm suffusing me with warmth, filling me with happiness

Long bodied, tall, he is a being all of angles and light. I can not gaze upon him and refrain from smiling.

A mind keen as a straight razor’s honed edge cutting with curiosity

equally overflowing with an eagerness born of inexperience and brilliance

I am of curves and shadows, not light nor dark, an amalgamate.

Yet how could one so bright not draw me?

Inexorably