by Robin Mayhall

Created on: April 28, 2008

Your eyes are the center of my universe
All light in the heavens bends to your glance
Every face in the room wants to turn toward you
Especially mine
Your gaze cuts through me
Like a hot knife through butter
Melting, yielding, soft,
Everything that is in me diffuses
Spreads out thin and wasted
Scraped by your jagged edges and yet
The next morning
Next evening
Every day, every night, every week, every year
Forever
I'll beg for more

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