Mysterious and Indirect

Mysterious and indirect
your words leave only a trace
of their designed intention
but like a schoolboy
your cheeks blush
or your brow crinkles
and you shine through
blatant and obvious
frightened by risk
but intrigued by opportunity
and I read your soul in words
but capture it in a kiss
I love the way your lips curl
into that mischievous smile
while you playfully attack my body
and I love the way your eyes freeze
staring into my soul
as if it were an eighth wonder
in this wicked world
Mysterious and indirect
you challenge my logic
but my heart knows your love
and I’d trade words any day.

8/26/02
8:15 p.m.

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