Remember

As we d meet
Our eyes would meet first
No longer seeking
But resting.

And I wonder whether
They d converse
Letting our voices
Rest.

Knowing what they do
Maybe the eyes would prefer
To take a backseat
While the hands talk
And the lips listen
As the toes giggle.






Poetry by Deeps
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Written on 2018-05-25 at 22:22

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
What a delightful and enjoyable look at being in love. All of it so true. :)
Ashe
2018-05-26


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Deeps, an exultant work.
Ken
2018-05-26