Eyelashes flutter like diaphanous winged creatures,
Mesmerizing me to adore, curtsy, kneel and bow,
As they curl upward, stretching in arched fashion,
Reaching to softly touch your own precious brow.
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Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on August 21, 2005
Ever had one that bends in yer eye? Oh boy that hurts.
Come to think of it, who ever thinks about eyelashes? The're just kinda there.
Nice gentle piece. Unique idea too.
Reviewed by Jane Rodway (Reader)
Reviewed on August 21, 2005
I think the softness of this works well with the subject matter- there's something about men with nice lashes! I guess because the eyes are such a powerful thing on any person. Good poem.
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Come to think of it, who ever thinks about eyelashes? The're just kinda there.
Nice gentle piece. Unique idea too.