Regretby Joanne Marisa Leowhands, arms fingertips, lips kisses. I do not regret the waves, the sunshine, the sand; Nor the rush of the tide swirling around my ankles. I do not regret brown skin or cream shirts feet and toes; Nor collarbones, shoulders, necks. I do regret unseen hurts the light passing between your eyes and mine; Parts of my reluctant soul. That is why I refuse to look at you. |
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