Wide eyes fall like
shavings of
star
onto the
lap
connected to the
half-formed
folds
of shoulder
by long
listless
arms.
It is the
benign
bewilderment
in that otherwise
blockish
jockish
face
that is so charming
the embers
of a disarming man
burning.
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Mmmm, yes! I thought perhaps this was Kim before actually reading the title. I like the stretching and spacing. Here is one I wrote, which will now be called "Girl on a train"
Just turn around beautiful one
So the sun, though furtive its light may be
On this smogged and cloudy eve,
May bring its infant fingers to your face,
Trace its gentle tumbling
And hold your being, amid all that disappears,
Within a vast empyrean glow…
then let you go.
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