eye contactA Poem by Carlos Ochoa
Touching yet unnatainable
Lightning of Zues to the Lusts of Venus You adore its power; standing in cower Yet you articulate its love to equal the hour Infatuating desire and Indefinitely dire Your Senses want Eye Contact An ambiguous forest river With moonlit shadows casted through trees The hands of the branches hold the darkness Your Senses praise Eye Contact Contrarily, a midsummer's church, the crucifixion of darkness Let light shine through the colorful windows Let it encase your thoughts and rigor you with shivers Enough to sweep you off your feet Let it kill me sweetly as long as our eyes shall meet Your Senses yearn for Eye Contact © 2014 Carlos Ochoa |
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