I uniltten J Kristen Kller
The unspoken tact hung out Between them. Unanswered questions
to
Stand up, parading between
his laughter
dry
And the dropping of her eyes When he would like to capture And clasp them. The
libertN'
Breathing
Good
he sometimes takes to gaze:
in,
line in
memorizing and studying her as a an old poem.
She counts the seconds by the throb She sees pulsing in one lone vein's crossing. It
suffices to hold her consciously
from the study
She's become,
His eyes combing, reading through her eyes
Things perhaps not ready
to
be read.
„y, ^^^,oae3,j^jyi^
Elisa Fish
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