Green Eyes
by Kirsten GrotematLooking up,
The want in those big green eyes.
"Touch me please,"
I hear them beg.
I acknowledge the want,
And so gently touch,
The white of her chin,
The wetness of her nose,
The softness of her ears.
Those big green eyes disappear.
They become slits of gratitude,
Falling into a slumber so deep.
3 comments:
oh.... very good! I love your descriptions of Gracie Girl.
Very, nice! I am so impressed. Keep writing.
Oh, my goodness! You are doing it, too! I loved it. You never cease to amaze me. And to think just two years ago you told me you hated to write...what other secrets do you have under wraps??? What a beautiful, talented person you are!
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