Sweetheart
My first impression of youis your name
sitting right before me
over the table
and i remember the face
leaning sideways
towards me
as you introduced yourself
after a while
wearing a smile
and yet,
the lasting impression
etched on me
is by your
breath
as it rose and resounded
Many weeks later
flowing towards me
unnerving me
the vital moment
when i didn't hold back
and allowed myself
the freedom
to choose
to respond
to float on that breath
and move.
As i resonated.
Poetry by Deeps
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Written on 2018-04-03 at 13:25
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