you don’t know what you do to mirrors:
they bend around your body,
silver trembling,
afraid to hold
so much beauty.
even my eyes ache
from bearing the weight of you…
light brushes your chest.
I trace the rise of your muscles,
my fingers following each curve
like waves shaping sand…
you stretch –
lazy, feline, indifferent –
and something in me
dies quietly,
and surrenders…
silver trembling
© Copyright: Эл Стайнберг, 2025
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Oh, you don’t know what you do to your readers, really...
The true beauty of being, seen through the eyes of an open heart - it's such a mighty force of creation...
And your imagery... I have no words to describe...
P.S. And that first verse... I know it's not a poetic exaggeration: in my life I've been lucky enough to experience this feeling even on a physical level... I know, how the eyes could ache, and the heart could break, not able to contain too much beauty, to hold it and to bear its enormous weight...
Инна Дайгина 02.09.2025 16:54 • Заявить о нарушении
The true beauty of being, seen through the eyes of an open heart - it's such a mighty force of creation...
And your imagery... I have no words to describe...
P.S. And that first verse... I know it's not a poetic exaggeration: in my life I've been lucky enough to experience this feeling even on a physical level... I know, how the eyes could ache, and the heart could break, not able to contain too much beauty, to hold it and to bear its enormous weight...
Инна Дайгина 02.09.2025 16:54 • Заявить о нарушении