Show Me Your Face

Of all the eyes I’ve gazed into,
each pair was a lens that converged
the same single light from so far within them;
In my squinting quest,
they must have thought me mad.
But is was only in Your eyes
that I beheld the reflection of my own depth.
This was how I knew.

I imagined You
in her breath,
in his hand clasped on my shoulder.
What You saw as my loving eyes upon another,
was only a request
to show me Your face,
show me Your face again.

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One Response to Show Me Your Face

  1. Debbie says:

    Beautiful! It is within your own that you will see. Is the answer I keep getting to this very seeking.

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