With a glance of your eyes by Kimberly Stutevoss

With A Glance of Your Eyes

With a glance of your eyes my body melts

Like an ice cube on a hot summer’s day

Slowly at the beginning, then at once

I am left disoriented, confused

Trying to gather up my composure

With the sound of your voice my ears ring sweet

Your voice being like an old melody

That my grandpa would sing to my grandma

As they danced away on their wedding night

Swirling and twirling, even some down dips

With the touch of your hand my arm hair sticks

Straight up like a strong electrical charge

Making me stand still unable to move

Or speak but I stand still barely breathing

Shallow deep breaths until I can react

With a glance of my eyes I see a face

That I used to know when I was a kid

We laughed and hugged, kissed and cried many times

Three years we did this over and over

The memories come flooding back to me

With the sound of my voice I am shaky

I cannot recognize myself speaking

I ramble on and hope it sounds good, smart

And think back to all the conversations

We had. Late nights, early mornings, all day

With the touch of my hand your arm hair sticks

Straight up like a strong electrical charge

The glance of your eyes, the sound of your voice,

And the touch of your hand is how it all

Started ten years ago on May 16^th

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Poem of the Day: (“With a glance of your eyes...”)

BY RABINDRANATH TAGORE

XII

With a glance of your eyes you could plunder all the wealth of songs struck from poets’ harps, fair woman!

But for their praises you have no ear; therefore do I come to praise you.

You could humble at your feet the proudest heads of all the world;

But it is your loved ones, unknown to fame, whom you choose to worship; therefore I worship you.

Your perfect arms would add glory to kingly splendor with their touch;

But you use them to sweep away the dust, and to make clean your humble home; therefore I am filled with awe.