When I embrace you and surround
your presence with what my eyes know
is love inadequate, you glow,
but yet I have not found
a way to match the way that you fulfill
my inner spaces like the outer,
and, strange to say, you are a doubter
of feelings that on you I spill.
Inspired by line of Rainer Maria Rilke:
See, I want to surround you with yourself
and the faded expectation lift
from the edges of your eyebrows;
I want, as with inned eyelids sheer,
to close for you all places which appear
by my tender caresses now.
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