In kisses showered,
through cupped hands,
you cross
from beryl eyes,
and rest in me!
Your tender face,
in mine
embodied!
An impression forms,
of no other,
none,
no boundary,
where neither I
begins,
nor ends!
I gasp,
as both the outer,
and the inner
a single eye
betwixt
engenders.
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 5:00 AM UTC
In kisses showered,
through cupped hands,
you cross
from beryl eyes,
and rest in me!
Your tender face,
in mine
embodied!
An impression forms,
of no other,
none,
no boundary,
where neither I
begins,
nor ends!
I gasp,
as both the outer,
and the inner
a single eye
betwixt
engenders.
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