if only there were cameras
to catch the glances
we don't know
we make.
secret lenses
to steal stolen looks
across silent tables
or steaming mugs.
knuckles on lips
when you lean on hands,
corner eye grins
when I feel you staring.
YOU ARE READING
Early Morning Poetry
PoetryA dedication to all those who have seen me through my good times and bad ones. It's time for a new outlook on life. much love. xx.
