Aals

1/22/19

those eyes

so innocent

a twist of torment

set my mind with wild fires

lights spark

tunnel vision starts

you skip to me like you do

my head reels with thoughts of you

look in the mirror and you see nothing

I look at you and I see curls of a unknown beauty

curls of such a vibrant being

you touch me

the seas calm

you look at me

the whole poem of Solomon opens up before me

you hug me

I question what is real

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