Her Picture

She's out.
I stay up. In.
I stare into the vast,
Hypnotic waves, which are her eyes.
I look at those photos for hours
That night.



Mesmerized
By her.



I love
The poised stance of her immovable frame.
The stillness is the semblance of her being.
And it feigns the feeling she is all mine.
God.


I love her so much,
It is crippling, but it brings
More life to the surface than spring.

She's so lovely, she should have wings.





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