Namelessly

my gaze is lovely
to love it is rooted

it is shy, it gazes when
the beloved is not looking

it is always
unfulfilled, it is always as sad

as a shy look, a stolen glimpse
of the face of my only god

something stupid
really

i do not fear it
i do not touch it

it is as lovely as desire
an inch away from those lips

breath inside a breath
namelessly

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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