“His eyes mimic mine.
Sublime beauty marks
of a man’s face.
Staring and penetrating.
Gentle and loving.
Salacious.
Immaculate.
Feeding my hope
and starving my anguish.”
― Tatjana Ostojic, Cacophony of My Soul: When Love Becomes Poetry
“His eyes mimic mine.
Sublime beauty marks
of a man’s face.
Staring and penetrating.
Gentle and loving.
Salacious.
Immaculate.
Feeding my hope
and starving my anguish.”
― Tatjana Ostojic, Cacophony of My Soul: When Love Becomes Poetry