She senses it, anticipates it, as it’s preceded by a look;
His eyes are on her, even though she doesn’t meet his gaze.
His hands smoothing her hair down her back, he kisses her lips.
His breathing warm, softly delivering “You’re so beautiful”
into the curve of her neck.
He doesn’t know his energy for her will never reach its destination –
her psyche.
Something happens as it circumnavigates the splintered damage
that houses her self-belief.
His love for her remains unknowingly, eternally
diffracted.
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