Nice Guys Get To Finish

He stares loosely into the golden blue
depths of her eyes,
watching the dark shapes swim there,
keeping to the shadowy deep.
He guesses them to be piranha
and decides not to go swimming.
Maybe tomorrow after
another long hopeful look.

the eye

This image was pinned to my Pinterest board from Natasha Moore.

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About Jim Stewart

Writer at Butt in Chair
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