Our talk is an appraisal, prising

open a path for each other,

to meet,

without exposing

the timid things

that curdle in caves, pores

on the surface of our skins;

 

And our eye contact is a signal, signing

on a dotted line between us,

an elapse,

cast beneath,

 a facsimile;

the bequeathing imprint, memory

of the other ones smile.

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Beautiful. Really lovely imagery.

I like this very much Timothy. It's an elegant treatment of a subject that could easily become mundane.  Thank you for sharing. 

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