The wrinkle around your eye is quite unreadable -
how it forms without a twitch on your face, confounds.
Is it the temperature? 34 degrees hot
slapped on your cheeks by a disturbed wind?
Did an ant crawl unnoticeable on your skin?
Is it something I said? Which word
in a parade of adjectives meant to woo
comes off insincere?
The table is like an endless sea between us.
I lost the sail that directs my trail of thoughts.
How drops of seconds feel like oceans of years
while you sit like a moon on a divan of clouds
throwing off beams of hints that may be as glum as no
or radiant as an affirming reciprocation.
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