I'll preface this by saying I'm not sure if my poetry holds up to my prose. I hardly ever write poetry. Thank you to the person (people) who made this possible. Love deserves thanks, I think.
In a crowded room, there is a face that glows
gilded by the night
a beacon that calls to only me.
Oh for that night
Oh for that night
Her every motion in rhythm
etched, like from a tapestry
of a childhood home.
In a single smile I know her thoughts
When I hug her
the tremor of a small bird
burning hot
held in strong hands
speaks of such beauty furled
Looking makes the world rush,
Looking away makes it close in
like a pack of wolves.
Please don't smile that sad smile.
it will burst my heart
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