angel face

March 30th, 2022

Oh how

I have looked into the eyes of everyone

and wanted you, to be seized

            breath taken, laundry ringing through the air

how did you know that I’m the person

who buys fresh linen candles, who dreams of a

forest green Tacoma, or Glacier

                        lakes the color of your eyes

            Oh how I am sort of sorry

for exalting, for reeling in your

beauty

            it is too exciting, too filling

                        experiencing

                                    how I always imagined

                        it would feel     gazing upon

                                                love’s face