we had been
trading
with words
synonyms
of our desires
tucked
between
pages of books
from our library
of secret
shared lives
my mouth
turns dry
from turning
my pages
and so
i tell you
of how
the light
is kind
as it plays
with
your eyes
Your reply
is a smile
followed by
your eyes
burrowing
into my own
an attempt
to decipher
the truth
in some lies
or otherwise
…
we
have been
trading
with glances
and
the light
is saying
goodbye.
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