Boundaries by G.G. Alves

I’m told to move

but I’m stuck on your eyelashes

and the oval shadows that lie on your face

From your glasses

 

Multi-colored brilliance,

Your eyes pour untamed knowledge into my mind

and we weave between the lines you’ve set;

 

or at least I do.

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