(1988)


The deepest eye


Drawn to a vibrant forest
I touch its moistened tops
with warm and winded
breath

earth quivering
she's holding my eyes
waiting
pleading
knowing

looking deep she takes me
to a common pulse
a slow rhythm growing hard
into a feeling
melting
being

then a breath
a surprise in her eyes
a stop
yes no

grasping or letting go
a search for the unity
of the deepest
eye

and then finally
a flow within

together
alone
as one




Poetry by Mikael Lövkvist
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Written on 2007-03-22 at 01:47

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betsy Firefly
A unique beautiful poem. I'm looking forward to reading more of you...
2007-03-22