Reuben Mitchell Clark Poems

Her short hair reaches her shoulders, laying against her head like a sensual mistress.
Her eyes, dark enough to swallow my every thought, yet gentle, like a loving friend and caring mother.
She looks at me like no other before her, so passionate, so loving, so much of who she is summed up in a simple look.yet it is not simple it is a complicated and hard to solve puzzle.
She allows me closer than all others, but holds back still.
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