The soul has much to say
Watching you...watching me
Eyes
closed
The mirror
holds my shell
She has
my attention
Standing
there
Humility
filled
Unworthy…
of God's
handpicked orchid
Sweet scent
of reality
Her embrace
felt from behind
Whispers of
an ancient love
"Look at how
He made you
See yourself
Behold the soul
and let
your feelings
go for a ride"
Caught
off guard
A Billy Squier
moment
Etch a sketch
of the flesh
Soft fingers
tracing scars
along my heart
Red badge
of courage
She names
each wound
Roll call
of my character
Challenge
for my psyche
What does she
want from me?
"Just you"
is felt
within her kiss
A grateful loser
am I
Game
set
match
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Watching you...watching me
Watching you...watching me
