John
I remember the first time
I saw those eyes—
It was like jumping
off a cliff into
green and blue rushing water.
The current pulled me in.
That refreshing sense.
Those eyes—
They were the first eyes
I ever fell for.
Sometimes whem I’m empty
I think of them
and the times they were
so
damn
close
and—I just float.
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