All That Comes To Me

Just the other moment,
I tried to clear my mind.

Every trick,
Every path to clarity,
I sought…

So desperately.

But all was for naught.

Regardless of my intentions…

Regardless of every chance
I pursued
To clear my mind.

I could not stop thinking
Of you.

Your warming smile,

The expressiveness of your eyes,

The rich silkiness of your mane,

The plush, moistness of your lips…

And the dream of drawing you tightly
To my body.

It’s hopeless…

Every time I
Try to focus…
On anything…

All that comes to me,
Is you.

Β© 2017 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

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