everytime our eyes meet it is
Anthony and Cleopatra,
it is ee cummings and his
dark-haired mistress, it is
every love affair that has ever been
lived again and
again and
again
in those brief seconds
when our eyes meet, in those
I can feel you
looking for a reason
forever
searching
me
tell me when you find it,
and let me hold it in my lips
for the next time
our eyes
meet
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This is so awesome. <3
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ReplyDeleteThank you both! <3
ReplyDelete(Everyone was doing the heart thing, so I decided it was my turn.)
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ReplyDeleteI like this poem. I like that you don't flat out say what he searches for. Great job &keep writing.
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