the thrill is in
me imagining your gaze
as a fleck of sunlight
graces the table of my face
angles shadows like puppets
caught dancing
without strings
free to accept and love deeply.
Sending poetry to the world
the thrill is in
me imagining your gaze
as a fleck of sunlight
graces the table of my face
angles shadows like puppets
caught dancing
without strings
free to accept and love deeply.