there is that crack
in my chest
every time
you cross your legs
and hold my gaze
if only you knew
every time
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there is that crack
in my chest
every time
you cross your legs
and hold my gaze
if only you knew
every time
Being Present for the Moment
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Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.
Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.
An online activist from Bosnia and Herzegovina, based in Sarajevo, standing on the right side of the history - for free Palestine.
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Leonard Durso 
Ah! This one appeals to my prurient interest! 🙂 But then so does a poem about a bowl of overripe cherries. *g*
Ron
I’ll keep that in mind for future posts.
‘Crack in my chest’? Wow. Just right on point.
Thank you.
There is so much left unsaid and hidden here… (Every time, you know!)
I truly liked it, dear Leonard!… Best wishes. Aquileana ⭐
Thank you, Aquileana, for the kind comment.