August 30, 2015

Aidan Turner, Only Human

His Eyes
Golden amber, glisten like shimmering pools of diamonds touched by magic
showing love, joy, happy anticipation
then withdrawn with quiet contemplation
showing anger, his thirst, his raucous rebellion
a lust for life, the twinkle of a star, one in a million.
Come back to me, come back to love; heart stopping, pounding, where the tongue was dipped into a revitalizing supping nectar, a full bodied sweetness. My pulse was yours, and yours mine, where love cleaved with passion and eagerness.
Counter the wronged now, remove the towel, wipe the brow
words yet to be said, bandage that from which life has bled

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