Unkempt beauty. There is an age where boys are happy to be, if not remain, boys. Before feeling driven to turn into me. Happy to be a boy and play, fully a boy in an adult world. Happy to talk on equal terms with and adult. This adult feels if anything the incomplete one. Inferior in quality unacquired. This unkempt beauty is truly enthralling. The hair a carefree ruffled crown. The eyes wide light blue pupils. Eyelashes from a calf. Forehead smudged. The bridge of the nose broad and smooth, heart of the beauty. Neat mucky nostrils. Large mouth, could I say sculptured bud? Chin and cheeks, ears and neck, peach smooth and soft. All this flowering openly, opening up to tell things the happened like adventure. Vision of unkempt beauty. Unaware of and unaggressive with his full extent of power.