His (he dares to) dark eyes have etched themselves
and sent quite, yes,
blatant messages.
I’m overcome by a flood of emotions.
I’m fox-trotting, doing a quick-slow tango,
dancing barefoot with sequinned toes.
I think this – may be it
in the middle of the Quiet years
– half drowned in dreams.
© Sophia Roberts
All rights reserved
and sent quite, yes,
blatant messages.
I’m overcome by a flood of emotions.
I’m fox-trotting, doing a quick-slow tango,
dancing barefoot with sequinned toes.
I think this – may be it
in the middle of the Quiet years
– half drowned in dreams.
© Sophia Roberts
All rights reserved
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