We believe we know a person
till some happening
finds us staring at a stranger,
All familiarity gone,
Because it’s hard to have a sense of
the vast expanses of the unknown
hidden inside a person.
You may have heard a million words
from a mouth,
but we are also full of
trillions of unspoken words,
You may have seen tons of smiles
on a charming face,
but these hide rivers of tears as well,
You are acquainted with love
but it swims like a thin layer of oil
on deep waters of hate and pain,
Beyond the familiar stale stimulation of
superfluous comfort,
there is a stealthy man-whore
prowling in the shadows of love,
Beyond the lovely musical whispers
emanating from beautiful lips,
maybe there is a scream
imprisoned in the curvy lithe body;
vibrating inside,
looking for a way out.
As you play at the level of body,
don't forget the pain locked inside the soul,--
the epicenter ready to unleash earthquake
upon the outer shell,
Because below the apparent stable crust
there are thrusting, shifting plates.
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