My eyes
may be closed,
but that doesn't
block out
the memory of your beauty,
and the sound of your laughter,
or the sensation
of descending,
ever deeper,
into this
void of love.
Eyes Closed
My eyes
may be closed,
but that doesn't
block out
the memory of your beauty,
and the sound of your laughter,
or the sensation
of descending,
ever deeper,
into this
void of love.