Illusive but not Impossible.

Like tendrils of smoke.
Your gaze curls around me
beckons me closer to the fire.
Pulls me seductively forward.
Entranced by the sentences
your eyes speak so boldly,
but too softly.
Meant for no one to hear
or translate into feeling.

Yet I can, yet I do
I speak the language of you.

Illusive but not Impossible.





4 thoughts on “Fluently

  1. Who we are is in our eye.

    This is my daughter. I took this photo years ago,but it remains my favorite because it captures who she was becoming at the time. Can you see her?


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