mystery would not be kind if
opened up, hung on a line
and vision fails in infrared, so
feel the heat in what’s unsaid
a gaze can speak in any tongue
with soft breath more than empty lung
catch the drift from a nod or wave
point’s as clear as a crying babe
where mermaids sing in harmony
I study a secret chemistry,
measuring the best of me
awaiting her clandestinely.
(alright, who wrote this crap??)
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