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Obsidian Eyes: A Poem

his eyes were like obsidian

so dark and yet so very clear

their gravity pulled her in

like a void out in deep space

willingly, she was ensnared

by the intensity of his gaze

the inky blackness warmed her

and she felt it reach her depths

no, they neither grim or false

she could see all in that stare

to stay unblinking for so long

surely they adore their view

6/17/20

Without Warning: A Poem

there was no last word

just there and then gone

summer became winter

but the leaves didn’t change

a single contrary word

and our lives whisked away

clouds barely covering the sun

before the storm tore up everything

days became less recognizable

every night seemed everlasting

yet there must still be love

my last beacon, I hoped

it went up and they watched

but nothing came my way

the cold became unbearable

spring was nowhere in sight

as they left without warning

11/12/19