poem: your face

Your face
holds in it for me
an attraction so strong
it devoirs me
and leaves me void

I am on a train
and I try not to stare
but my God, that face
it’s like a miracle
by the grace of God
let me look

with a glance
I take snapshots
with my eyes
closing them and
pretending
I can burn your image
permanently
onto my retinas
but alas it fades
all too fast

one more look
is all I want
just one more
I promise it’ll
be my last
a brief casual glance
and ah … I’m dying

I’d try to tell others
what I saw
but they’d laugh
as if I’d seen
a UFO
a big foot
a loch ness monster

the train stops
and you are off
and I am left
like a addict
deprived
of his addiction.

– Marya Ophir

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One Response to “poem: your face”

  1. Glücklich Says:

    Yes Marya… I like the depth of your passion… I feel I can go right into it… thank you…

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