i stood there.
i stood there looking into his eyes,
his eyes.
his eyes were warm,
warmth which i cannot explain in this century.
warmth.
oranges, yellows, pinks,
warmth which hugs your tired feet,
warmth you imagine when you are alone and lonely,
warmth.
his eyes were warm.
his face, sweet.
so sweet.
sweet enough to give it a tug,
give it a tug or two,
a sweet
tender
tug.
because he knew...
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