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The first of seven nights

it’s been a half hour

since we’ve last kissed

with these new eyes. 

Yesterday, when we were blind,

I honestly did not mind

being lost on the inside

void of this vivid light

I was perfectly fine

lying soulful in my bed. 

The afternoon sun

sits perfectly balanced 

between a quick moving breeze

I was shielded and alone 

protected from everyone. 

It wasn’t until

your phone call

you asked me to look

square into your eyes. 

That’s when everything changed

a small hopeful glimmer,

you wholeheartedly,

just stared at me. 

Unruly hands

are now ready to explore

with a boy-like smile,

you ask

wanna play?