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Journal sketches of forms cuddling what lovers never tell-
he was your charcoal dream, but I fancied him my lover. Never tell
he breathed deep against the grain. I must refrain from
noticing how my fingers tickled. Oh, what lovers never tell!
Fickle little changes, but he asked me not to erase, “for
imperfection is the beauty that laces what lovers never tell."
Engraved is that penciled smile hiding the hardened mind
of what I never knew; wishing to find what lovers never tell.
 Lovers Never Tell · Wed Oct 22, 2008 @ 09:07am · 0 Comments |
