My secret life
I hope you don’t mind
while I balance both divides,
the mind and body,
here in equal parts.
I swear my meticulous side
is sure to recognize
the smallest of changes,
and yet, I am as equally blind.
We can both agree,
your photos sway all our emotions
the top layers and backgrounds
simply always agree.
Promise, to keep shooting.
Vermillion, your elegant color
staining your confident kiss
inched up for closer inspection
that moment your lips are imprinted.
My obsession, and your beauty
simply hangs in the balance
I am forever stuck and drawn
to you and your earthly body.
I’ll never look away
having memorized every inch
these words are my paintings
memorialized in every update.
To the tiniest of smells
tucked up and behind your earlobe
the softest of bites
where lines are softly whispered.
The expert curve,
me and my drawn out words
always adding to the whole
go ahead and glimmer with me
against the shadows
I know you won’t mind
me and our secret life.
2 responses to “Secret Life”
Smiling. There’s much in this poem
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Beautiful as always
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