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Deeper than the depths of the Universe Your eyes speak into mine Emotions that you never speak Afraid? Perhaps unable to speak at all Frozen in mid-sentence before they materialize Your lips tease mine tenderly passing more than you'll ever realize those soft teasing trails of kisses, insistent and restrained Fingers trailing across my cheek tenderly you touch me As if you're tracing each piece trying to make a memory to keep a piece of me with you As those eyes whisper words of passion, love and devotion that you haven't truly been able to express And yet.. I sense and see it As your eyes look into mine.. Can you see mi

He carves his footprint pathway into the sand as he walks, just in case she comes looking, and his lifts his face to the air she's claimed from him. It speaks the color of summer air that sings under silver birch branches and wears the sound of a million paper birds. The sky gave her eyes like this: a perfected color. One that no cloudy day can touch. A new tide reaches for his feet from the sunken waters of a curled-lip wave. It pulls back, leaving white sands to shine on the beach. When she smiles, she smiles like the ocean; lips curl back like curtains revealing the stage-- like the waves with their rhythmic salty waters-- and with her on

Why do we keep on wearing the same shoes when we know that it blisters our feet? Why do we keep on walking around on them when at the end of the day, our toes blush with pain? Why do we glide so lively when we just really want to stop, throw our shoes away, walk barefoot and never care? It's so ironic; we are so vain that we swallow every ounce of pain.