Unexpected Pleasures | #5lines

We do not believe in coincidences  /
but pretend we cannot see fate /
we ignore pleasure at our own expenses /
yet our eyes carry too much weight /
we are totally knocked out of our senses…

Now what | #Micropoetry

my eyes close to see your eyes
and I talk to you
you talk to me
pure radiant energy
beaming between us
no end to it
no possible end to it
no desire to end it
just want to sit
and be in your eyes
and talk

It burns | #Micropoetry

It burns
as I pour my heart out to her
breaths of joy
laced with longing
threaded with aching
and that dull, dead feeling
of knowing she cannot hear
even as she does