Thursday, 3 November 2011


day drained of quick excited secrets.
gifts wrapped in stories and gestures.
sexy eyes and dancing hands,
the watery shapes love makes
when it pours and shakes
like busy rains;
it rushes off the face
washes off face paints,
washes off the mask of sheepishness.

invisible skins
of friendship meet
despite an orchestra of clattering
despite the noise of steam and chattering.
gradually our glass voices
become clean
and we see through
the mind's lonely smokescreen
into each other's
guarded sunlight.

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