It’s your eyes that I remember.
Thick lashes that curl toward heaven,
that kiss the delicate skin
of your cheeks—like a breeze—
when you blink. Your eyes that hold
sadness and light. Loneliness and
hope unconfined. Gaze into mine
and see the lifetimes forgotten, see
our souls swaying together on stage
to the low rumbling threads on the
string bass. Your eyes are a defiant
love poem; they wince at visions
of settling. One man cannot possess
them—they shift with the tides
of the sea, patterned to the moon
phase. Break these chains of idolized
attachment. Open your eyes. Illuminate
my deathlike night. I can never claim
ownership, only the desire to see
your eyes smile one last time.
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speechless! wow!!!!!
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Thanks! 🙂
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Beautifully written 🙂 I also enjoy writing poetry.
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Thank you! Yes, poetry is so expressive, and I’ve come to learn that there’s not wrong way to write a poem. 🙂
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Your welcome. Yes definitely. In high school, most of the poems I read rhymed but overtime I learnt that it didn’t have to rhyme. Continue writing and enjoying the process. 🙂
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