Shiver
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Barry Smyth
a moment lost to panic that a glance should move me so.
And in that moment I drink in everything there is about you,
burnt into my mind the essence of a person I would know.
If I were an artist then to canvas this memory be rendered,
and painted in such colors that this world has never seen.
Or as a poet a new language would I invent to define you
for such words to describe you now there has never been.
I am moved and made useless by the scent of you that lingers
my senses overloaded with thoughts no longer mine
a sudden rush of feeling rushes through me and i shiver
as a passing glance from you has left me frozen here in time.
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