About the Poem
I was in school one day, not really paying any attention to teachers. I might not have been paying any attention to them, but I was definitely concentrating on something else.
I was staring into the eyes of the girl across the room from me (we had the desks arranged in a circle). I had always wanted to tell this girl just how I felt about her. I loved her, but I couldn't say anything. When I looked into her eyes, I wanted to spend my whole life in that one moment.
I thought, perhaps, that she felt that same way. Not when she looked in my eyes, for she rarely did, but at some time. The fact that maybe she wanted to spend her life in one single moment, as I did, made me feel less lonely. So, when it was late at night, this poem wrote itself. It's my moment. It's where I want to stay forever.
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Her soft eyes caress my mind,
And I look beyond into her soul.
Blinded by depth and hastened by anticipation,
I dive into her ocean.
She is careless and free,
With skin tender and sweet
As grass on a lazy hill.
The fine strands of her hair ease themselves down,
Tickling her neck
In a rain of kisses.
The delicate ballet of her fingers
Moving thoughtlessly along her neck