Poetry Lounge Workshop Exercise

mollycatlos
Apr 8
1 min read

With my eyes

I fantasize

What it’s like to know your body.

My pupils play the part of pupil —

A student of your movement.

They blink and drink you in,

A human cocktail,

An awfully good concoction of

Bubbles and brine —

My Valentine …

Perhaps in 2026?

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