Sunday, May 15, 2016

She reads

There are words
hanging like music on a stave
singing their song
of gradual revelation.
behind the scanning eyes
adventures episode
with the turning of pages.

I watch your eyes -
telling their own stories
unaware of the pages I turn
and the song that I hear
in the silence of your engagement.

I weave my thoughts
through your hair
plait them into being
in the promises of imagination.
I run my thoughts down your cheeks,
caress your neck
with my whimsy
and gather you close.

And all the while
you turn the pages
questing the conjurations
of another’s words
loosing mine
to their meandering melody.

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