Saturday, January 31, 2009

Solving you

Your face tells a story I try to read;
you say, read between the lines,
which lines?

Beneath this smile, who knows,
charades how many...

Behind these eyes,
an infinite.
Raptures of waves.

The gaping of your lips,
a letter found and crushed.

And yet there's a story I try to read,
the book of your face tells,
but give them to me, will you,
the missing pages?


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