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Eyes Don’t Lie
 
I don’t know what compels me
to stare intensely at your face,
perhaps it is your cashew smile
or the mysterious  look you radiate.
 
You turned  another direction
and my thoughts turned downward
to old tennis shoes soiled and worn
pondering  if I should head-on-home.
 
An uncannily chill surface
 
 g~     ~o~     ~e~       ~u~       ~p~
    ~o~     ~s~      ~b~       ~m~     ~ s~
 
to raise my eyes  to yours
silence held your eyes and my breath,
 
I felt we were alone, statuette.
 
With a sense of acknowledgement
our sighs met as secret whispers
telling each other things we already knew
while some secrets lead us to focus on tennis shoes.


Copyright 2004 Tracey L. Hardie