12 January 2019

Blue pools

In your quiet blue pools
I'm unsteady, scrabbling for cover
You peer from behind shadows
Your hair dark, curves your face
Your lines beneath my fingertips
The connect in your touch
All your known, your unknown
Inviting all of me.

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