Painting by Trisha Orr
Her eye and my "I".
Her gazing
Creates me.
His voice and my
Ear--I'm seized
by hearing.
How because
Of the beloved
I come into being.
Under her touch
All of me shudders.
Gregory Orr
Posted over on Trisha Orr
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