Roby Deux


Standing
before him
what I see he
sees
it’s his eyes
a slate gray
that pierces
points and
swallows what I’m
seeing with
my eyes

Standing
before him
what I see he
is a young foolish
playful man
broad shoulders
that slip to his
narrow
waist
then flow
into the rivers
of his thighs

So, what did you think?

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