THE LOVER

Solveig von Schoultz

Read by Moses Kent Borinaga

My eyes want to kiss your face.

I have no power over my eyes.

They just want to kiss your face.

I flow towards you out of my eyes,

A fine heat trembles round your shoulders,

It slowly dissolves your contours

And I am there with you, your mouth

And everywhere around you –

I have no power over my eyes.

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