Asterix

Blue eyes and a shaggy beard
are my first impressions of you?
Wide-eyed with poorly
concealed naïveté, I look
to you for direction,
even while affecting careful indifference.
Your laugh,
a congested, wheezing sound
as you struggle easily
to push your humour
through the soot of your lungs,
wraps itself around my imagination
and is received
with the rapture
induced only by the original.
You are my first Intellectual,
in the shabby, carcinogen-consuming,
starving-artist sense
and I award you
my heart
immediately.