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Saturday, April 1, 2017

HIS MOUTH







His Mouth





His mouth
Fascinates my eyes
Draws them there against their will,
Captures them, taunts them, holds them
Mesmerized.


I don’t know what it is
About that mouth
It rarely speaks, it only speaks
What it wills, his, not mine
For what I will, it will not say.


But when I walk away
From his unspoken words
My hopeless eyes fill up with tears
And before I can stop them
They turn me ’round to look at his mouth

Again.




©by Voo
May 08
for david