The object to crave sits looking on.
Piercing and gentle.
Pulled in from a distance.
Flattered by your presence,
yet simply can't quench that thirst,
your look says you've experienced all.
Embodied, yet unblemished.
The quietness fills the air,
speaking with silence.
1 comment:
Blue Bird of happiness! Beautiful! It's been a long time! Hope your doing great!
Derek
www.throughvealeyes.blogspot.com
http://journals.aol.com/deveil/CelebrationofMyExhistance/
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