The Ballet Of Your Gaze

Your eyes sway a

Divine dance

On the tip of my soul

To the point where

Goose bumps travel

Down the surface

Of my arms

As if it were cold,

Those pupils are

Beautiful and bold

Like a brown tree

Covered in Winter snow,

The ballet of your gaze

Lights an internal flame,

Keeping my heart

Pumping in a

Gasoline blaze

Throughout my days

– Nick F. Hawkins

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