To Him Who Can’t Be Named
To him who can’t be named
By the deepening lines on his forehead
When he looks intensely at something new
I interpret my dreams
By the arches of his eyebrows

To him who can’t be named
To him who can’t be named
By the deepening lines on his forehead
When he looks intensely at something new
I interpret my dreams
By the arches of his eyebrows
when he scowls at something critically
I never hold back my laugh
In the deepening dimples of his cheeks
When he speaks vehemently with passion
I fight the urge to fall asleep
But everything I feel
To him I have never said a word
There is a heavy price for my silence
I shall have to pay
Its silence or parting
And I
Have chosen well.
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