Closed Eyes

And the impact on me

Oh, if I could see your closed eyes open,
a kiss might wake you up, and see me, the culprit,

or, perhaps, it’s better not to see those ecstacies, wide open,
as I could lose myself in the delusional thoughts and desires,
that could drive me crazy from the moment of the first glance of yours,
igniting the tribulation of passion and desire,
that could burn me, inside out,

let those remain close,
while I sketch you inside my mind,
to hold it,
to glance into it, forever.

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