The Abyss of the Eyes

Hands that touch like the ocean caressing the sand.

Lips that get lost  like the sun in the horizon.

Bodies that move like the brush in  the canvas.

Hearts that beat like drums in the Caribbean.

Souls that get lost in the abyss of the eyes.

Lovers that meet and decide to  walk together.

Lovers that meet and decide to walk away.

B. Meza (c) 4/14/17

 

 

 

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