for sahana
                              (how did a poem written off the prompt of "thrill" turn into a poem about your eyes?)
                              cheesy cheesy cheesy... chessy;)
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                              i thought it was
                              just a thrill,
                              the kind that's
                              hollow and
                              fleeting,
                              a mere sensation
                              surging
                              through my veins
                              when i met your
                              coffee-colored gaze,
                              but it was something
                              slower, more certain,
                              a rushing calmness
                              more like,
                              your russet eyes
                              instilling in me
                              an unwavering warmth—
                              a wholeness 
                              unknown to me,
                              sending shivers
                              up and down my arms
                              despite how that gaze
                              warms and wraps
                              around my heart,
                              chipping away at its
                              stone
                              with a gentle surety
                              like you knew
                              all along,
                              like you knew 
                              your steady energy
                              crackling beneath the 
                              crystal surface
                              of your soft sweetness
                              would draw me closer,
                              pulling me in
                              like a siren
                              luring in
                              and drowning
                              a sailor
                              without even knowing
                              she's been
                              singing
                              
                              love,
                              mari
                                      
                                          
                                   
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