The stranger's eyes beckon,
like the muddy rain puddles
she loved to splash in as a child,
her red rubber boots
and raincoat keeping her dry,
as she squealed with delight.
She wants to drown in those eyes
and die in his absolution,
desperate to believe
that her husband
has nothing to forgive her.
*****
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Oh! How many strangers have my eyes followed! None of them took me home, unfortunately. =/ I remain single.
ReplyDeleteI ALWAYS miss you around, Cory.
Kiss you, sweet girl! <3