we have eyes that speak
louder than muffled words
easier to stare sunward
than to withstand your gazes
words that do not cut
but impart more truth
than can be held in
cheap paper gift bags
(though gifts we readily
receive and cherish)
words that convert only
with almost vain effort
a touch strikes deep
sprung from unseen recesses
culminating surface caresses
and returning to deep
transferring unsung truth
that is nevertheless
a sort of betrayal
and a resulting frustration
a taste of something too
sacred for young emotions
and all that remains
is a struggle for words
hard-fought words and
timid muffled breath
hard-formed truth but
proper understanding restored
we do not forget but we
know more new truths
dark and good in a curious haze
let our eyes focus on the lines
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