if his eyes
had not captured yours
held them tightly
until you flushed from toes
to hair tips
unable to break free from his gaze
then you would
would not be here now
mesmerized
wishing for the moon.
if his eyes
had not captured yours
held them tightly
until you flushed from toes
to hair tips
unable to break free from his gaze
then you would
would not be here now
mesmerized
wishing for the moon.
I like this piece, dear. It has the flavor of a Japanese love poem. A delicate blossom falling from a cherry tree.
How lovely!
I like this a lot Shawn. Lovely, lovely sentiments.
Thank you, Syl.
You’re welcome.
The moon is sure to respond to this one!
lol
I can relate. I really like this poem, very nice.
Thanks, Spanki.
So far away
The ancient moon
Yet it beckons nightly
To the lovesick Earth
Lovely!
Beautiful, smolderingly comfortable description of the most desired discomfort.
Thank you, Erin.
Beautiful 😉
Thanks, Christian
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