Close Your Eyes

I close my eyes and there you are.
Embracing me with your smile.

Don’t worry, I love your skin. You know you’ve
Always been beautiful to me.

My hand has been out for years, ready to accept
you as you are – for the stranger you’ve become.

When was the last time you cried?

I’d like to meet that woman, whoever she is.
She's pretty, her smile as fresh as the morning.
I want to gently caress her face, if she’ll let me.

Close your eyes and we might find each other in the dark.

by Seamus Whittington Crawford III

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