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February 19, 2024


By John Tustin

I can feel it --
Your fingers in this burgeoning beard,
Along the spidery thicket of my eyebrows.
I close my eyes
And when I do
I see yours --
They are heavy lidded
As you purse your lips
To kiss my forehead
And your eyes are so dark
That my mind swims inside them
Like an ocean calmed by the moon
In the night

And easing toward the shore,
The tide to guide my body
That knows nothing
But the pull
Of home.

I close my eyes.
I lie in bed.
I arrive.

Article © John Tustin. All rights reserved.
Published on 2021-02-08
Image(s) are public domain.
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