Intimate Sonnet
Nothing is more intimate than the eyes
To pursue love in the depth of round orbs
Then descend as invitation complies
To find a softer realm love can absorb
The truest distance is measured between
When our eyes warmly meet in their silence
As honored guests ushered when eyes convene
With due respect and sense of compliance
Aware of love's status with eyes open
A welcomed gesture we gave without fear
We'll enter with a sense of wealth again
And find truth is held worthy to revere
When eyes answer with sensual replies
Nothing is more intimate that abides
8/30/14
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