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.

    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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