Seeing

Each black blink
records your entire presence
synapses frenziedly draw
all the lines needed to remember
a billion pixels are engorged
because of you,
being
you,
near:

My mind, a palette
mixing new colours
to render your uniqueness,
though reason tells me you are not new
my feelings have never seen your like:
arms twitch, become stems
reaching for sunlight
as your blouse
falls unpretentiously
from your shoulder,
like a petal:

You
being
you
near
feed me

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