Tuesday, May 14, 2024

A glimpse of something January 18, 2024

 

 


Who in his right mind

Would reject her,

Out of control hormones

Going crazy

With each posted picture

Or text,

Going into a faint

Like a teenager

Desperate not to stare

Too deeply into the eyes

That stare back

From my cell phone

Fearing she might

Swallow me whole

All these years later

Grateful for even

The briefest glimpse

 like Narsissist staring

into a pool,

seeing her instead

of myself

feeling a twinge

of an ache

I assumed long gone

Not hunger

Not now,

But the glimpse

Of something fleeting

And precious,

And yes,

Still as mysterious

As it ever was.

 

 

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