Beautiful Questions
shy as a gleam,
few notice the latitudes of lips
which only pretend to hide.
peek-a-boos of prairie flowers
on a field of a cheekbone.
could it be
the facade of social wax,
so dull and fake,
must somewhat bear
the soulful caress of heat?
a swish of invisible touch
from some inner emotional
impresario?
quiver of chin. swoon of scent.
a brow elated by a span
of slightest arch--
not so long-lost,
subtle on such looms,
never too small to cherish,
we speak.
9/26 condense and flow eds
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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