Staring at your legs tonight, thinking about
Your skin, and
How you still look the same.
Didn't expect it, didn't want it, didn't know what to do when it fell
With a solid and reverberating echo into my thoughts.
I was caught off guard by the little things
(like)
The way your hair curved and framed that delicate frown
That punctuated your face as you made a trivial proclamation.
Or perhaps the way your laugh infected me with shivers and
Caused me to stutter more than twice on occasion.
Maybe it was the way you listened to my words, but it was quite probably
The way I saw you look at him.
I remembered those eyes and how they used to illuminate me
With supernovas exploding into a glistening truth
Of love and devotion.
Those eyes, like those legs
That used to be united under my sight, under my sighs
And I knew something other than this sensation than now consumes me.
Your skin, and
Your legs, and your stomach, and your breasts, and your face
And your everything.
And you're everything,
That I've ever wanted before, but that doesn't matter now. Still,
It came without warning, this blow, this attack
This assault upon my person.
So I want to sing out loud to drown out your voice, or
At the very least look away.
But I'm compelled by memory or something deeper to give in
And simply smile and stare?
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