Flashing green eyes say nothing
and everything, in one carefully held breath.
I trace your parted lips,
my finger slipping in to tease your tongue,
that mighty muscle humbled in silence.
I will not hurt you
very much. I would like to love you
but I cannot or perhaps do not know how.
This is as close to truth as we will ever come.
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