words left unspoken, unwritten
tell much of the heart of the poet.
peeking between lines,
truths hidden,
too shy to dance onto the page
words wrapped in mystery,
a subtle nuance,
a grand denouement
now, stepping lightly,
here, a racing tango,
there, a sliding waltz.
words dance around
your heart,
and flirt
with my pen.
--bruised orange
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