Union

No poem
could convey
what happened
to my body
when I saw yours
for the first time
without
a single layer
of pretense
or inhibition—
just your eyes
looking into mine
with a kind of hope
that whatever
happened next
would be
the first time—
and not the last.

 

 

 

 

DeMaris
1-9-17

Photograph by Ansel Adams, 1932, “Rose and Driftwood”

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