If your eyes were books
I would take each one down--
from high stacks or low-
dust each one off
with love,
handle gently the yellowed pages,
decipher smudged words-
with patience and care,
and memorize each word
as my my magic -
my meaning.
But alas -
I have not seen your eyes
for ages- and cannot read
them -
and
I have even forgotten your
face- and
remember only your kiss.
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