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Locked
Your mouth says things
Words could never form
Effortless shapes
Pursing as you stare into a book
Thin as you give way
to worried thoughts
Upturned by my very own words
Open in protest
Closed tightly in anger
Pressed against a glass
or meeting with mine
You may tiptoe with talk
But your lips give you away
Every time
watching mouths
I too, watch my man's mouth as well as his eyes. : ) beautiful piece. x
please read my poems, and enjoy the real-life drama that is my life!