Sweetheart

My first impression of you
is your name
sitting right before me
over the table
and i remember the face
leaning sideways
towards me
as you introduced yourself
after a while
wearing a smile

and yet,
the lasting impression
etched on me
is by your
breath
as it rose and resounded
Many weeks later
flowing towards me
unnerving me

the vital moment
when i didn't hold back
and allowed myself
the freedom
to choose
to respond
to float on that breath
and move.

As i resonated.




Poetry by Deeps
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Written on 2018-04-03 at 13:25

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Ivan R
Poetry
2018-04-07


shells
Powerful, the word resonated speaks volumes.
2018-04-03