The Face Of Debate Poem by Charlotte Gunther

I hesitate to speak
venture first to seek

I broach a subject
a tentative topic

then my eyes trace
the map of your face

tracking the clue
to the heart of you

the level of brow
is it high or low

high like a drawbridge
lets ideas pass through

or low and barred
against a new word

the lowered eyelids
form a veil—or shield

clouds of blue or red
cast about your head

your lips pursing
hide your musing

the corners of your mouth
grip firmly held truth

I ventured to seek
Guess I won't speak