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Poetry 'n Prose

My Intrigue

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.

 

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

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