Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Doe-Eyed

Can you feel the heat
off my cheeks and throat?

I feel it rising
from the pit of my stomach
to my Crown

It flows through me
like fire

You stare through me
until you catch glimpse
into my eyes...

You go into a distant trance
as you slowly realize

I'm not blushing
from your sweet words.
I'm crying.

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