your face is the map of Ireland
your face is the map of Ireland
she looked over at a Marlboro man of the sixties
ruggedly handsome
he said nothing else
but his smile gave her goosebumps
it was slow and intelligent
she slid her purse two seats down
to get a better look at him
his face was more handsome up close
his eyes were light blue, and dazzled
she knew she could fall in love with this guy
and she did
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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