Refraction

James Long
Apr 3, 2024
1 min read

I touched you, once

and my hands were stained

with the gentle peace of afternoon wine

and dark soil

Leaving shads of you on everything I touched

ever after

I have touched 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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