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Blind To It

I see
she said

but she never saw
the way her beauty

stole your sleep
as if some thief

had stolen
a precious gem

or how her perfume
as she wafted by

invaded your mind
and heart

and tore them
both apart

or how her words
haunted you

as they echoed down
the valleys

of your dreams
or how the nearly

touching of her skin
could bring you out

in imaginary boils
like one embroiled

in deadly sin
or how

when she tossed
her head of hair

in natural gesture
or how with fine fingers

turned a page of book
it made you study her

it made you deeply look
so when she said

I see
not seeing

what was hid
she never did.

poem by Terry Collett
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