23 grudnia 2011
You Hold My Heart Hostage with One Glance of Your Eyes
Your eyes—how they glide
And guide my glued gaze,
Every time they graze.
Feeding by your face,
But hiding by the
Clouds of your brown hair.
Which creep by. And they
Feel my enticed eyes
Crash against their hold,
Like a hurricane—
Our gaze, intertwined,
Like the firm palm trees
That twist in the rain.
And palms of our hands
That posses no pain.
Our gaze, sensual,
It is the psalms from
Solomon's soft songs,
And is no longer
Calm, like the land's sands.
Alas, still, we are
Now a seat apart.
All of this time has
Been wasted by my
Blind imaginings.
The sounds around me
Reappear slowly.
And I am back in
A crazy café
Sipping my coffee.
Back—facing the world,
Eyes—fallen on yours.
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