The Look (September 2005)

That languid faraway look she wore
Like comfortable satin slippers
I missed it most when she was gone

That same gaze would inhabit her face during lovemaking
When she wasn’t staring deeply into my eyes
As copious tears issued forth on the pillow

Her body a warm pungent harbor
With secretive docks and slips where I would spend the night
Delighting in her flora and fauna

But the look was everything
Simultaneous distance and closeness
Involved but aloof
Invitings but fearful
The desire to engulf totally

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