Monday, September 30, 2019

Old Stuff - 16

Trust,
Is it found
In the crinkles of your eyes when you smile,
Or the warmth of your chest,
The spaces between your fingers,
Your steadfast eyes that gaze upon me,
A meeting of lips, chaste or deep.
It reverberates,
Atom by atom,
Making it's way to me.
11.11.18

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