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The first glance
Eyes stalk in their passive way
Barely noticeable
at first anyway,
until I can’t 
turn away. 

Perhaps it’s always been
the confidence in Me,
just simply knowing
you’re the one
I can’t turn from
each day to day. 

Me and my possessive contracts
where we keep a record
of all our words
forbidden or 
truly begged for
in a way
that only grabbing hands
would understand.  

My love cycle recounts
all the reasons why
I need you so much,
that first glance
our lives
that’s when we know
when love starts. 

I honestly don’t mind
listening to records
with you
because all the lyrics
lead to something else. 

Our love making sessions
in the red room
candles burn
the very air
we fight to breathe. 

Heavy summer’s day
the sky opens up
exposing your breasts
and you know
I’d want that image
exclusively for myself. 

You are my artist
coming for your camera
to capture beauty’s self
the reflection of a girl
in an open window
topless of course. 

I’ve counted the days
since you’ve entered
and stayed,
each evening
we walk on flowers
leaving a trail of desire
our tortured love
that I told you
would weigh and consume
every minute
in every day. 

The cycle
restarts and triggers
with that 
awful beautiful glance
I can’t quite
get out of my head
I’ve lost
much more 
than my 
soul to you. 

I am blessed
lucky indeed
to have you,
so I can tell the others
this is where
love starts
and ends. 

The hunter 
you’re always looking
to make sure
I notice
the stare
in your 
passing glance.