UNTITLED #12

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    UNTITLED #12

    I become one with the passion in his eyes burning out of control.
    His eyes blink and sever the connection between our souls.
    With his eyes upon me I feel naked, though I try so hard to hide.
    I built a wall around my heart, but he somehow got inside.
    All I can do is stand here trembling as my fears devour me.
    But the look in his eyes burns into me, and his touch empowers me.
    I become someone else in his arms, though who I become is actually me.
    Confusion of a lover's mind, but his touch has set me free.

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    BearNurse commented on UNTITLED #12

    03-22-2009

    it is like we try to feel what we want, but it isn't there.

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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