We speak a thousand words a week, but our bodies spell a million more a day.
A raised eyebrow, the slightest twitch of the lips, wrinkling of noses, fingers tapping, teeth grinding. A shift of my body – towards, away from – arch of my back, a wink. Too many.
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A lack of smile. A peck on the lips. Your hands do not meet mine when I rest them on your knee.
My heart hurts, my smile remains frozen…you do not see.
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A genuine grin. Smile lines crinkle. Your eyes followed my smile to you. We part our ways.
My lips remain curled..upwards. I pause, mid-step..and continued my gait, knowing we’ll meet again.
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Words from a poet are like the dance of my fingers on your back.
Peace flows through me to you, connected by arms enveloping your fragile soul.
We lie side by side, not touching, just breathing. Yet you sleep deep tonight.
Much unspoken, but felt through the silence of the night.
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