in his eyes

[WiloeLeigh]

i look at him looking at her
while she sleeps
her head resting on his lap
smoky eyes closed and a pillow
of long dark hair
and i look at him watching
the way she breathes
in small sighs
murmuring words to dreams
oblivious to the power
in his gaze
and i look at him wishing
she would open her eyes
and smile lazily
and reach up her hand to
cup his cheek and whisper
'i love you'
but i look at him
and i know the exact moment
his heart breaks
it is when he sees
that even while she sleeps
she doesn't
love him back


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No matter what we have come through, or how many perils we have safely passed, or how imperfect and jagged our life has been, we cannot in our heart of hearts imagine how it could have been different. As we look back on it, it slips in behind us in orderly disarray, and, with all its mistakes, acquires a sort of eternal fitness, and even, at times, a poetic glamour.

-Randolph Silliman Bourne

[La Luna Unita]

wow, Wil, that is very powerful. I don't really have anything more to say. I really like it.

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SexSleepEatDrinkDream

[Katchoo]

*sings*
That old familiar feeeeeeling...

I like this one Wiloe. Ok, I like all of your poetry, but I want to tell you I like this one.


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The maverick heroine of STP land, avenger against those who would kick off with pretty women;
Hero to some, just another pretty face to others.
The cutest little lesbian.
THE Lesbian.


...Without love, we are never more than Strangers In Paradise.

"Catapultam habeo. Nisi pecuniam omnem mihi dabis, ad caput tuum saxum immane
mittam. Utinam barbari spatium proprium tuum invadant!"
(I have a catapult. Give me all the money, or I will fling an enormous rock at your head. May barbarians invade your personal space!)