Those melting eyes looked on, lost in the centre of their
Green rimmed violet eyes, he saw himself.
And no length of peering, no minutes lost in effort,
Could render her own visage in his..
And her heart sighed, for this had been before,
In many beds, in many arms, on pillows of flesh
And flannel alike...
  Yet without his warm and comfy arms around her
She felt his clutch...pulling her closer,
And she was frightened, for this had been her expectation.
She was falling.
He was there to hold her though, to bandage her wounds
And kiss the tears from her soulful and moody face,
What did it matter that worlds apart they knew each other from
Elsewhere; their dreams, their thoughts, their fantasies,
They would always be friends. And lovers...

This poem is Copyright (c) 1994 Kerry Brodt. All rights reserved.

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