Sneaky eyes racing my heartbeat
sea glass ,all different hues, reflecting my smiling face
the cold prickle tingly happiness in the bottom of my stomach
and a tiny piercing pain in the center of my heart
( i now know why men think Love is
a master archer, shooting erotic arrows
into lonely bosoms. it feels thus when
i see my lover's face, his hands — when
i hear my lover's voice, his beating heart )
Adorably secret grin making my eyes wide as the moon
steady warmth ,the most certain sensation, holding me close
the softest question I cannot respond. my lips yearn to answer
with a gentle pressure with a tender promise
( but he gave me a sky hug, and a kiss — and
i now i don't miss him quite as much )
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