Things Unsaid
My eyes were telling you,
Why can't my eyes be enough?
My hands were broken winged birds, and
My tongue lay on my lip like a stiff-boned fish,
And love could not revivify its clouded eye,
Its slime-suckered gill.
Why can't my eyes be enough?
2 comments:
This will have me thinking for a while -- in a good way!
Ms B - Why, thank you.
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