Refraction
- Apr 3, 2024
- 1 min read
Updated: Jan 9
I touched you, once and after
my hands were stained
with the gentle peace of afternoon wine
and dark soil
Leaving shards of you on all I touched
ever more
I have met faces and hearts,
whether roughly or soft
and painted colors of you
in infinite hues
and saw truer what love is through eyes
Seeing you
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