everywhere I go


 under closed eyelids
carves your face in air
to imagine this moment
when sleeps
this face like concealed
deeply in soul
with closed eyes
and hair spilled on the pillow
and the first rays of sunshine leaned on cheek
and this stubborn women’s innocence
juxtaposing the presence with absence
is imagining
slowly and strong breath
to this moment smell the strange mixture of the confidence, of light anxiety

embarrassed
because it as if I watched some scene,
not having the right to it
wrapping
in unrestrained tenderness in silence

MrsDalloway

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