For might I look upon you
to see the same as in my gaze.
There is a world inside we do
covet have secret wanton ways.
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What might we ask of simple glance
to give feature to that held outside
yet always will arise that only chance
to know, to feel, to breathe inside.
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When might an ache seeking softer tone
give her great pleasure to then in glass
see similar, find light, an internal known
serene identity, sing aloud, (leaves of grass).
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The wisdom of one poet knew his own eye
Her reflection sweet speak I in starry nigh.
© Scott F Savage 10/2020
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