Closed Eyes of the Beholder
I see her beauty best
when my eyes are closed
and I cling to her breast
Knowing two souls transposed.
The rhythms of two into one-
Two moons become
A sun.
when my eyes are closed
and I cling to her breast
Knowing two souls transposed.
The rhythms of two into one-
Two moons become
A sun.
Labels: poem
2 Comments:
this is it, really it, this is very powerful brio
do you want me to say who I am, just sb/or phonee, or do you want anonymous?
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