evening in morning

to look in your eyes
simply
just takes my breath away
sometimes
and when the moments last
it is magical
like the time i first
saw you little kind hidden smirk
it showed its face to my
slightly admiring with-a-sideways-glance
yet a type of awake but moon-glow
series of evenings going on
make all of the dinners extra yummy
when you know all that you could be
suprised by is the mimosa and coffee
delivered to you,
as you knew
could be true
when brunch with you is come through
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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