Originally posted on The Mirror Obscura:
“The truth is, I often like women. I like their unconventionality.
I like their completeness. I like their anonymity.”
-~ Virginia Woolf
A surprise that takes me unawares
Leaves me with all unknowns,
The shadow of impressions left on lips
To taste what it is to be alone and never
A wait for the sake of waiting for night
To begin again with the idea
Of an arm arced into a perfect curve.
An angle so acute it leaves no space between
A voice of skin, eyes of sound and every word
Unheard above the movements of a thought,
A hand half closed and close to touch
Hidden in the folds of moons in every phase.
The meteor shower of emotions
Gathered in a room made of small bouquets.
The living part of living life a secret
To be told one part at a time
But never the…
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