Your eyes open to me again like ancient doors
and I yearn to enter the dark obsidian cavern of your heart.
Light a fire there and cook in my earthenware pots,
feed you my unbridled love,
this hot and tender melancholy that you breathe into me.
Your Eyes
The first line of this poem caught me. Well written.
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One of the most beautiful pieces I’ve read in a long time…and the pic–damn!
You are too kind Jacque 🙂 Yes lately I’ve been having fun playing dress up
beautiful poem. I can recognize myself in this writing.
Thanks, that’s a meaningful compliment
Mind blowing poetry
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Eyes open; eyes closed. eyes open, eyes closed. There is nothing so agonizingly tempting as the tease of giving and taking away. And now I want you again.