Inquisitive
Somehow
there is a barrier
when I take your hand
And other times you allow me
to grasp not only what you impart,
But you give your heart to my hands.
Mine is always in your possession.
Sometimes your eyes show
me their expanse and draw
mine into the deepest gaze
of our soul's mine shaft
where we look for gold together
But sometimes you look at me
as a stranger
and I am left with
question marks in my eyes.
Copyright © Shayna Earnest | Year Posted 2008
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