To Her Beloved

a poem

This is a photo of the author taken by Jessica Lia

I see the world through her deep brown eyes.
I asked her to call me by her name.
I read her poem.

her silent eyes,
her clumsy curl hair,
her stare to the dark,
want me to love her,
caress her brown skin.

but she does not want to talk.
what her longing says -
she yearns to attend my words —
of love in which it’s only us -
no, I know you.

she wants me to sit beside her — not so far.
in secret, she wants to be a love that she can die for.
unfailingly, the way I want to touch her hand,
sniff her long neck,
kiss her puffy nose.

she too wants to play with my fingers,
she wants me to be her colliding star!

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