the riddle
of her gaze
created an echo
is it always time
to unravel stories
promised by the quieter gestures
by the silence?
results of her smile
frozen in the vault
of some serious dreams
palms against palms
face to face
facing the facts
now silence pounds his ears
she proposes they work on telepathy
he finds that a waste of time
teasing out truth
like
loose teeth,
but the pain is delayed
the joy is delayed
all emotions delayed
like an airplane
like a promise
deferred
like a dream
too deep inside her
the riddle of her gaze
creates the flow
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