The Look
that look
soft as owl wings
your eyes caressed his cheek
and the room dimmed
in deference to your love
the rattle of plates and streams
of patron conversations divided
then flowed past into nonexistence
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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