Poetry Journal January 18, 2024
I can’t believe I once rejected her, hormones so out of control each time she posted a picture or texted one to me, nearly going into a faint, trying desperately not to stare into the eyes that stared back at me from my phone or computer, as if I felt she would swallowed me whole if I dared to stare for too long, and all these years later, I’m grateful for a mere glimpse, taking the photos she posts as gift, to treasure, like Narsissist staring into a pool, only instead of seeing myself I see her, the ache of what I felt long gone, yet not the hunger for the image and the spirit contained in her eyes, still as deep and mysterious as eve, and I’m still lost in them
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