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
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