Sean
First my eyes,
Then my lips,
My shoulders,
My hands,
My legs,
My feet,
My roots snap and mounds of dirt turn over,
You pull me from the place I’ve grown into,
With only your eyes,
You look straight into me,
Missing everything on the outside,
One glance from you and I surrender,
I’m in love with your eyes.
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