Remember
As we d meetOur 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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