poems

Exceptional circumstances

Exceptional circumstances

01/06/2017

Beauty in your eyes.

Where the contour of your cheek lies.

Flames of desire rise.

Tingles of freedom call new to me, beyond, reason , ideal.

Full unity.

I’ve known you five minutes but you’re not new to me.

Amazing hair, beautiful.

Blazed a million times unethical.

Rogue and distinct.

Can’t articulate what I think.

Face, hair, eyes……sink.

©G.P Williamson 2017

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