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Secret Attraction is Futile
©vessa07DUP2016
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You catch me staring at you in a moment when I am picturing you touching me and your deep brown eyes look back at me so deeply it as if every secret had been released from their cages and poured onto the table between us. My heavy chest, weighed down with the obsession of you finds relief in that moment. Your eyes widen in realization without words.
Each written word exchanged between us provided no truths but simply an ink blanket to cover what was not being written. Each word shared and each laugh given were vehicles of sound with no truth, verbal camoflouge. Unspoken words created by fingers and tongues, raven ink bleeding through empty stories, exhaled words as weightless as the breathe that carried them. You had seen but until this moment you had not read between the lines.
Our past and each memory written in the air to be seen, to be told, but only half known. Realization breathing revelation breaking the concealing boarders around words. Eyes carrying more truth in one look than any words-spoken or written. The look between friends reveals truth between lovers and now resistance is futile, truth is found.
All Rights Reserved
You catch me staring at you in a moment when I am picturing you touching me and your deep brown eyes look back at me so deeply it as if every secret had been released from their cages and poured onto the table between us. My heavy chest, weighed down with the obsession of you finds relief in that moment. Your eyes widen in realization without words.
Each written word exchanged between us provided no truths but simply an ink blanket to cover what was not being written. Each word shared and each laugh given were vehicles of sound with no truth, verbal camoflouge. Unspoken words created by fingers and tongues, raven ink bleeding through empty stories, exhaled words as weightless as the breathe that carried them. You had seen but until this moment you had not read between the lines.
Our past and each memory written in the air to be seen, to be told, but only half known. Realization breathing revelation breaking the concealing boarders around words. Eyes carrying more truth in one look than any words-spoken or written. The look between friends reveals truth between lovers and now resistance is futile, truth is found.
Published 20th Dec 2016
| Edited 19th Aug 2017
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