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Untitled by Krisen Ellen
from Legacy 2004-2005
Untitled
by Kristen Ellen
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The unspoken tact hung out to dry
Between them.
Unanswered questions
Stand up, parading between his laughter
And the dropping of her eyes
When he would like to capture
And clasp them.
The liberty he sometimes takes to gaze:
Breathing in, memorizing, and studying her as a
Good line in 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.
