meeting
your eyes unnervingly lovely through time.
your eyes unnervingly lovely through time.
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Your first smile. Today. Always. Always.
In your voice: castles, tournaments, touch….
Wondering, they paused before lost flowers.
Your hands. That smile. My love.
angels touching spaces between thoughts
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”Freewheeling with angels ravishes dry hearts.”
Cold turkey never stops the love…
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Lost fingertips spelt a secret word
Drawing you that way and this… Triangle, Terrier, star and tree.
Held to the light: variegated joy.