and the moment passed.
Was it?
Your gaze, this green, the glaring
of the eyes; and a hint
of stubbled chin.
Moving away, perhaps
I forgot, and all is right.
But then
Some stolen
glances,
the unrelenting
gleam.
I cannot.
I cannot deny.
Why should I?
I look away, and
everything fades but
the green.
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