domingo, 24 de novembro de 2019

Poesia (30.2)

to stare

his eyes,
look.
what?
look.
so?
his eyes.

to be wowed.

to stare.
to stare into youth,
a one no longer mine,
a one no longer wanted even,
but to deeply stare into him,
his body,
his youth,
his smile,
and to see desire
coming from within.

to stare.
to, at some point, feel eyes on me.
to stare at him
and
at another point
to feel eyebrows move.
to feel and to see his eyes on me.
his eyes upon mine.
to stare and to speak.
to be spoken to.
and to see, to finally see,
how much of him was previously
on a loved one,
a loved one that no longer is,
or wants to be,
loved.

look.
his eyes.
look.
what?
they're beautiful.
oh.

sunglasses off.