Poem 7.25.21: The Scenic View

I found us. Well a version of us,
In all the obvious way. Their skin, however separately hued, mocked us.
And still, I left them unimpeached,
unburdened by my anointing stare.

I did stare at us—- them! I lingered.
I saw them, perhaps more worthy
of the legacy of Loving?
Again, it was only a breath
longer than polite.

I left softer this time, in a blink.
As my Heart broke quieter this time.
You would have found it sweet,
A charmed gaze, with a flutter of atonement.

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