Your words, he mutters
…are a cloak. A dull knife.
And the only difference
between you and a novice
– condescending sigh
Your dark eyes speak
louder than your words.
Put pen to paper
and let them undress you.
He brushes against my left side
As he walks away the space dissipates.
He utters softly…my dear

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