Poetry

Accepted

Written by Jacob Ibrag

Desire will be the end of me if you keep

those eyes glued to mine. Stranded in streaming

thoughts. Why does it feel like I’m in a mine field tip

 toeing around the vision of reconnecting our lips. You’re

always teasing, firing me up and then leaving. It’s different

this time. Your hand reaches out and expects mine in

exchange. Roles reversed. I’ll meet you half way. Don’t

mind exploding in anticipation, but I’m taking you

with me. Congruent smiles. Accepted.


Photographer Unknown

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