Some questions I cannot help but ask myself:
Am I letting you escape from my fingertips
by erasing your telephone number and
allowing your brilliant gaze to unsnarl itself
from the void that is my heart?
Or, in hopes that you will yet return --
but with the prior knowledge that, much
unlike a boomerang, you soar continuously
until met by an entirely different set of
eyes as captivating as your own --
am I feebly nudging you away?
Does erasing your phone number
from my list of contacts even really
amount to much if, in my memory
forever lodged are the ten digits that
pertain directly to you?
And is eliminating your gaze from my
heart even important now that your
touch is forever embedded into my skin?
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Anatomic Revolutions
ПоэзияA plethora of poems concerning the mind, body, and soul. A quick note that some of these poems may not have been revised and therefore are subject to change. I will not be updating regularly since I post these poems as they come to me, therefore the...
