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While Waiting
While Waiting
She has eyes
like those of tameless lions,
brown reflections of dark souls sleeping.
They take me like dreams.
She's laughing,
lids are tightening , and lashes touch.
Her eyes disappear,
and reappear, out-loud,
returning water from a tightening tummy.
She looks out again.
I begin to sketch her deeper into this poem.
Open orbs close once more,
inspiring the masterpiece further.
Her round cheeks posing smiles
for my flowing ink-pen.
When the page turns she blinks,
my beating heart stops.
Her eyes are bare again,
like those of tameless lions,
brown reflections of dark souls sleeping.
They take me like dreams.
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