Archive for September 16, 2020
morning through lace curtains…
half forgotten
smiles
at sunrise
staring
into
a lover’s eyes
still
exhausted
resting
on
passion’s sheets
no thoughts
beyond
this moment
or
this place
no needs
left
unfulfilled
disapproval…
sometimes
subtle
but
rarely
unobserved
small movements
of
lips
or
eyes
that can
quickly
be translated
by
even
the dullest minds
ah
but those
with
intellect
stare off
into
a mythical horizon
as if
nothing
was
covertly conveyed
turning
the predator
into
the
prey
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