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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