I See Behind The Glance

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I see behind the glance

The smell of hair

My nose dug deep

Kisses graze off

 

Missed deserts drink

Daylight, a fear

Nighttime, a place of fibs

Soft hidden in the harsh

 

I have no sight

Beyond what I feel

Fingertips wander

Within contact, silence

 

It’s not a word

For those, who run

And run, and ruin

Wetness drops, then

 

A host of wishes

The sky is too full

Planets glide, as

Satellites grab, desperately

 

I’ve a thousand looks

A tune for everyone

That includes nobody

I say nothing, as it should be.

 

I see before the glances

Scent lingers, now

I dig my face, deep

Inside the pillow

 

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18 Responses to I See Behind The Glance

  1. tjdeen says:

    This is lovely

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  2. Beautiful, I enjoyed this so much

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  3. k8macdo says:

    I really liked “run. run. ruin”. Nice…

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  4. InfiniteZip says:

    I do so love both the image and the woven words🌕

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  5. definatelyme says:

    wow , amazing. so beautiful

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  6. vivachange77 says:

    Lovely images. i like “I have no sight Beyond what I feel”.

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  7. Shadowcorvus says:

    Same here – I enjoyed the picture as well as your words.

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  8. Salisu says:

    of all things made of love, this is a kind. This truely is worth reading.

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  9. sanehpandey says:

    well written and very well pictured. Thanks for sharing.

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