Her eyes confide to me
Inexplicable mystery,
Like time travelling
Through the corridors of history
To discover an ancient goddess unseen before,
Something wonderfully simple-hearted
But also exuding pride and contempt.
Did she understand
What I meant
When I told her
I could kiss
Her photograph?
The joyous vicarious experience
Of touching her face in a dream!
Uriah Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kiss-her-photograph/
