If in some body
language you can be fluent,
use it and of course few will understand.
I’ve read
your lips with curves
suggesting more
than a hint of seduction
chasing after the need of being
understood, a game we
all know. Thing is I can’t stop
read too much into the things
You say, or not say,
word for word. And outside
we sit on benches and talk
about art house films;
You seemed to be able to read
my thoughts that were
on your lips and hips
rolling over mine
your dishevelment made
by my mischievous hands.
You see; a Byron-centric
understanding is more than this
sometimes modest (and yet noticable),
sometimes forlorn (and yet passionate)
intrigue in you.
