as I look over my cup
into your eyes
I am arrested
deep pools of color
flecks of gold
window from which you survey
expressions heave from your skin
cutting through filaments
strings binding my mind to its wandering
the ground at our feet
racing in all directions
all possibilities illuminated at once
we hurry together
to tarry
to love our chosen one
sleep closes our eyes
extinguishing our vision
dreaming of love's gift
1 comment:
Beautiful.
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