Her face visits
In the depths of dark
When I’m unarmed
Vulnerable
Parked
In sleep
Unannounced
Her face visits
Draped in Heaven’s blonde
Eyes adorable … emerald … sparkles
Smiles … innocent … lips part
Whispers
“I love you”
Unannounced
Her face visits
Slices my
Heart … a beating heart … into thin pieces on a paper plate
Unannounced
3 comments:
awwww potluck one was so touching, so sweet, I love it :)
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So sharp, it stings!
And, I loved that photo of the giant old tree.
Perfect. Visceral.
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