Seems endless
from the Downs
this view point
below us
I tell her
Jane looks out
her slim hand
shielding eyes
from the sun
Father says
God's beauty
from blue sky
to earth worm
she utters
I sense her
close near me
want to touch
and hold her
kiss her lips
but decline
desires' drive
to brain's hold
God in each
particle
she tells me
in birds' song
butterfly's
wing colour
I smell her
applely
or flower scent
eyes light brown
or so seems
Spinoza
said as such
I believe
I reply
who is he?
She asks me
her head turned
eyes on me
some thinker
I read of
in some book
at the school
I reply
studying
each brown eye
as if God
had made it
just for me
to gaze at
our hands touch
skin on skin
hands holding
other thoughts
deep within.
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 2:03 PM UTC
Seems endless
from the Downs
this view point
below us
I tell her
Jane looks out
her slim hand
shielding eyes
from the sun
Father says
God's beauty
from blue sky
to earth worm
she utters
I sense her
close near me
want to touch
and hold her
kiss her lips
but decline
desires' drive
to brain's hold
God in each
particle
she tells me
in birds' song
butterfly's
wing colour
I smell her
applely
or flower scent
eyes light brown
or so seems
Spinoza
said as such
I believe
I reply
who is he?
She asks me
her head turned
eyes on me
some thinker
I read of
in some book
at the school
I reply
studying
each brown eye
as if God
had made it
just for me
to gaze at
our hands touch
skin on skin
hands holding
other thoughts
deep within.
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