Coy Long glance, short stare through long side parted hair from under brow, eyes appear, look my way disappear through subtle flits of darts and dashes looking through mirrored dark glasses, play it cool, stand afar, pretending you don’t adore or wonder if what you read is the truth within my head do my words match the seams of my dress, my body, my bed? Mysteries may unfold, are my words responding to yours? A new tune, thought, picture led and fed into fire, this souls spoils silence speaks volumes, louder than bombs or words, more truth less than shy, more than a friend, only ever seen as an acquaintance. Gravitate towards the mystery. Be drawn into the machine one more on the tight rope, to dangle off with little hope of ever knowing what might have been, step on down to feel the heat pretend you’re watching just my feet. I will be looking for the strings that tangle up your coils and things that catch in your throat, midair leads to nothing more than a stare. dasbunnyinlacasa.blogspot/2014/06/coy.html
Posted on: Sat, 28 Jun 2014 00:15:38 +0000
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