Keeping love zipped

 

 

You zippered your mouth closed

For a secret you dared not tell

A well-wished fantasy flawed,

Your eyes telegraphing the message

I could not read,

A look so boasting I wanted to belt you

For the envy I felt,

You thinking yourself so cool,

More like an overworked air conditioner

Who exudes a frigid air

But always over heated at the effort,

Your life the life of a thermostat,

Always watching what you say or donít,

Unaware of how your eyes betrayed you,

Winking, blinking, a stop light

Full of reds and greens

But leaving me to determine

Which you really mean.

 

 


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