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Poetry

The Meeting

sunset

Slowly at first
moving in steady, heady rips
like the slow patter of rain drenching me in a rhythm far beyond myself,
my heart lost its nerve.
I tried not to look,
tried  to walk away
but I am back here. With you.

I tried not to stare,
tried to look like I didn’t care
it’s your eyes,
looking right through to fondle with my soul.
I knew I wouldn’t recover from this;
enslaved totally by the power that you are.

Osupa 2015

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