Mine eye still glints when I think of thee, thy heavenly brow, thy upturned nose, the mouth whose lips I still ache to kiss, a kiss that lingers in memory, like an echo that never expires, only fades, dimmed by time, but not by desire,
Mine eyes glint when I recall they eyes, the reflection of a
reflection, brown pools into which I dive head first, a reckless act, to become
so emersed as to forget I exist, separate from then, thine touch like a
scalding want, under they spell I remain, mine eyes still sees what it’s seen
before, the memory of a memory, a stone casts into the depths of a pool,
leaving ring up on rich until I do not recall how deep I am until too late.
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