The Art Of Eye Contact Poem by Cira Bodhi
The Art Of Eye Contact
Eyes — the quietest form of speech,
Their depths go deeper than words can reach,
A gaze that lingers from afar,
A quiet flame, a fading star.
A silent nexus filled the air,
Where banter bloomed through every stare.
Soft lips quiver to confess,
The hesitation to avow a mess.
Two distant roads intersect,
Where we meet, but never reflect.
One waiting to be loved,
The other unaware, he's beloved.
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