Royal Quiet DeLuxe
Saturday, August 4, 2012
meeting, never to meet again
Within ten seconds
I knew I wanted to kiss your eyelids.
This is why I kept staring
Past you, as if to a cold horizon.
You were not boring me, as you thought.
I was looking to where you stood
From
Within Ten Seconds by John Fowles on The Saturday Poem
Photo:
Ferry Ride, Maine by More & Co.
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