Each Time
each time i pass
a furtive glance
deep into your eyes,
i cringe –
just a little -
for those eyes
drive to fore,
the buried dreams,
held deep within.
images of dancing close,
holding my love tightly,
cheek brushing cheek,
breath drawing breath,
a warm embrace – shared,
yet – even faced with
that ever-so-light twinge the
embrace causes,
i cannot refuse to look at you,
speak with you,
plan with you,
for to do so would deny
me, and these feelings
that desire
so much to run rampant,
yet, i hold in check.
but — each glance,
each smile,
each simple chance
meeting of our eyes,
provides depth
to these desires
and draws them
one step closer
to reality!
From Mon Amor dans le Vers
(c) 2001 by c a gallgaher
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