A Mind Unmapped
“Pure in thought as angels”
Samuel Rogers
Your eyes, unblinking
Gaze straight into my soul
As we regard each other
For time out of time
I try hard to clear
My mind, not send
Any messages your way
Wonder what you might
Send mine when warmth
Suffuses me with such love
I am fair dropped, knocked
Straight down to my knees
And still our eyes
Remain locked;
The scent of baby
Powder is faint
S.E.Ingraham©
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