Body Language
Those were your eyes staring
at the hands telling stories in your lap.
You didn’t want them to speak
with such open eloquence
While your reluctant uncertain words
struggled with each other to escape
from the thoughts that held them
as silenced prisoners for so long.
You did not want this cold world
to see those thoughts you kept inside,
secrets safe from numberless cruelties
that would tear and break them.
You wanted the hands to rise up
from your lap and hold themselves
tight across your lips to make certain
those secrets could never escape again.
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