Glances

These crystal eyes brush by your sleek, elegant stroll

with a stammer,

and my body shakes

and sheds fearful tears in profusion.

 

Your purring laugh

rolls across my drooping ears

and churns my insides

outside my panicking chest.

I turn,

and you lock your leopardine eyes on my soul.

 

The touch of a million moonbeams rests on my fragile heart.

 

For a moment,

all is still,

all is lost,

all is found.

 

We part.

 

But the touch of a million moonbeams still rests on my fragile heart.


 

Day 3 down, 3 to go.

Posted on April 6, 2018, in NaPoWriMo 2018 and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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