2018, Looking for a Muse, POETRY

when you smile

when you smile,
the mist of the clouds
dampen my face.

I realize as I breathe out,
I’m in deep.
As our eyes meet.

secrets, can I keep?
cast my gaze
cutting board.

lost track of time
the blade
slices under bone.

goose bumps rise
I wonder
what to do.

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