Thursday, 20 July 2023

Reading lips

You think you can read minds

like you can read lips.

Let me tell you this: you can’t.

Some thoughts are quantum locked.

Some desires are a summer torrent.

Some ideas are skin lightly brushed,

minds maladdressed touches,

like lips yearning for a caress.


You think you can read minds

like you can read lips,

but lips mouth words unspoken,

tremble at eternity’s gate,

guard unforgivable secrets

hum a song, untraceable and unbroken,

which nobody, including you,

remembers how to listen to.

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