Whose Eyes Speak – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

OH YEAH…IF I MAY SAY SO AS GENTLY AND DELICATELY AS A MAN!

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“Your absence has not taught me how to be alone, it has merely shown me that when together we cast a single shadow on the wall.” Douglas Fetherling

Whose Eyes Speak

How my hands traced her body
is a surety of faintness but that is
not a summation of her being,
her tenderness begetting compassion,
or her mindfulness so centred,
not forgetting her sharpness,
an intelligence beyond compare,
none of her can be divided nor
singularly worshipped, only
taken as whole, and yet she is a
beauty whose eyes speak into 
the depths of my aching soul.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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