poetic eyes have become too much of a cliché for inspiration
and although i appreciate the sanctity of honey brown eyes under sunlight
and i still melt at the thought of yours staring right through my soul,
I see you talking and tilt my head to fit the details on your face, and how, I think to myself, do your dimples get the least recognition?
a sculpture I am consumed within,
another man' skin feels safer than my own,
how does one feel about being consumed?
for the Lord be my witness,
I could not love anything more
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Letters I'll Never Send
Poesía"Letters I'll Never Send" is a collection of poems and letters that tell the gradual story of love, lust, heartbreak, agony, loss and eventually recovery and finding oneself. Every chapter of "Letters I'll Never Send" contains an introductory lette...
