Looking Through Stained Glass

Somehow
Arbe "Reclining"

Somehow the thought of you . . .

Rushed in with a swiftness that knocked me to my knees,
praying for a release quick in coming

Somehow the look from you . . .

Is a spark that quickly quietly - ignites,
a hot match tossed onto dry underbrush

Somehow the heart of you . . .

Peeked out one sunset,
Between the bites of peach cobbler and sips of mimosa

It lingered just long enough,
To cause my soul to sigh

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