Saturday Morning Rituals
Open eyes and gaze
at his tousled hair,
wide forehead, bushy eyebrows,
and big nose.
His lips are full
as I run the tip of my pinky over them.
He prys open his left eye to a slit.
We gaze at eachother.
Infinate.
posted by SquirrleyMojo @ 10:03 AM
5 Comments:
Sounds scary
Hello. Clicked here after I followed your comment on my blog and am totally taken with yours. I like you, though I don't know you.
Hope that gaze this morning was a good thing for the two of you.
Yay! Sounds promising.
Hmmm. I re-read the title.
Rituals.
Nice.
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