What Lovers Love

What Lovers Love

A Poem by Veritasexlogos

I push her curly red hair
away from her eyes,
the ghosts of my grandfather
acting through genetics.
Her freckles are so numerous
they would cover the sky
if they were stars.
She looks curious but wise.
She looks at her father.
Like her father.
She looks alive.
More alive than anything
I've ever seen.

© 2010 Veritasexlogos


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Added on June 3, 2010
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Veritasexlogos
Veritasexlogos

Worcester, MA



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