Beautiful Questions
shy as gleams,
few notice their latitudes on lips
which only pretend to hide.
peek-a-boos of prairie flowers
play in the fields of a cheekbone.
could it be
the facade of social wax
must somewhat bear
the soulful caress of heat?
notes from the invisible touch
of some inner emotional
impresario?
a quiver of chin. a swoon of scent.
a brow elated by pure joy
within the span of the slightest arch.
not so long-lost,
subtle on such looms,
never too hidden to cherish,
we speak.
7/26 ... major redo
9/15/25... may the gods have mercy on this poem's soul
8/20...
8/18/24...
6/24/24...
10/1 ... significant changes to two stanzas
Another day passes by. Yee-haw ...
8/28 "volatile, helpless fingertips" replaces longer clunky line
8/21 ... Major changes a few hours after posting ... more changes later in the day
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