Simply Starting

The more I get to know You

I focus on less on trivial matters;

In fact, the clatter of everyday parade

seems to barricade itself

as I seek to just stare at Your face.

When I stare at Your face,

I am completely displaced

from anything that would try to chase my affections away from You,

from the sensation of just knowing You

of just knowing You.

I want to know the architecture of Your eyes,

the architecture of Your nose,

the makeup of Your mouth,

the formation of Your cheeks,

so I stare at You and every time I’m amazed.

I find me in Your pupil.

I see me in Your smile.

I sense my life in Yours.

Can I just stare at You?

Can I just gaze in Your eyes?

Can I feel Your breath as You tilt back and gaze at me?

Can I stay in Your lap and stare at You?

When I stare at Your face,

I am completely displaced

from anything, no everything that would try to chase my affections away from You,

from the sensation of just knowing You,

of just knowing You.

Anita Scott

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