First Taste.
Looking glass eyes,
Of burnished shadowed souls.
Seeing entirety,
Beholden of nothing.
Ever pursuing,
Yet a failing of discovery.
One moment comes,
Catching those mirrored eyes.
A hushed moment,
Forever etched in eternity.
Crystalline shattered,
Scattered splinters of time.
Silent air hanging,
Weighing on unspoken lips.
The soft rhythmic pulse,
Of an unfettered heart.
A first tasting of love,
But feared and left behind.
Copyright © Charles Fuller | Year Posted 2008
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