My Whole Expanse I Cannot See…

I formulate infinity stored deep inside of me…

Dec 20


Kind eyes, midnight eyes meeting my melancholy green.

A conversation in glances, in magnetic looks, learning each other without words.

Her eyes are beautiful and warm and so right now, seeing the me that I am, laid bare, the me without masks, without the choice of presentation. Soothing stormy eyes, calm in a tempest eyes, seeing the me that maybe only God sees.

Soft finger-tips brush my cheek, my chin, my lips.

Then a fleeting kiss.

A fleeting kiss.

A fleeting kiss.

A flash of perfect moments kept in existence with imperfect words.

Lovers not to be, want to be, maybe.

Who knows?

I don’t know.


3 Comments so far

  1. tasha December 24th, 2013 1:06 am


  2. michael December 24th, 2013 1:32 am

    tasha: Thank you! I always worry when I post some attempted poetry and I get zero comments. :-p

  3. Isa April 8th, 2014 4:45 pm

    I think I just fell in love with this poem, awesome job.By the way hi! I am new to your blog.